As I lay dozing this morning the cat jumped up onto the bed for his early morning cuddle (which is not always as lovely as it sounds...) This morning he didn't try and drink out of my water glass while standing on my head, or paw at my hair, or attack my feet under the covers, or my arms for that matter but slept quietly at my side, or so I thought.
It seems that the clever little b*gger opened up one of our Ikea storage boxes and pulled out the hat, carried it onto the bed and as if to wind me up on purpose, devoured the Pom Pom there and then. Again. So now I fear a war has broken out between Cat and Pom Pom. I have volunteered my services to the Pom Pom clan for the role of Chief Pom Pom Maker because frankly the Cat seems to need no help.
A sad week for the Pom Pom species...
Your cat has some unusual tastes, or as KT says "Einstein sure likes pom-poms!"
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