Last weekend I went to Milwaukee to meet my girlfriend's parents and to see a Brewer's game. This meant my cat was by herself in my apartment all weekend--just her and her automatic feeder.
Apparently I had not closed the box of Q-tips tightly enough, because when I returned, there, on my floor, was a small collection of Q-tip middles. Next to the small collection was Triskit, gnawing on the cotton end of a Q-tip. She had eaten the cotton off approximately a dozen Q-tips.
She then crapped out a full cubic inch of cotton.
And that, my friends, is how cotton balls are made.
Friday, May 15, 2009
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You're growing up so fast!
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Anyway... glad you met someone nice. :)
Where does one get this automatic feeder?
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