I know, I know…the obvious answer is “She’s a cat. Cat’s are stoopid. End of story.”
But honestly…what would possess an animal to eat, with complete disregard for the obvious forthcoming aftereffects, all manner of completely inedible items?
To date, my cat has:
[li] Eaten the inside ribbon tie of my bathrobe while I was in the shower…right down to where the ribbon was sewn into the seam. I didn’t realize this when I got out of the shower and saw her crouched on my robe with her lips pressed to the fabric. I yanked my robe out from underneath her and witnessed the most gawdawful wretching known to man when I pulled 18" of ribbon out of her gullet. Yeesh.[/li][li] Eaten a piece of string that she found somewhere in my apartment, I never figured out where. When the string started to…ahem…reappear at the other end, it wouldn’t pass. Every time she tried to use the litterbox, it was pulling in her guts and she’d jump out and vomit. To spare you the sordid details, just let it be said that it required approximately $1000 in vet bills and a month of recuperation on her part.[/li][li] Eaten every single rubberband that I have had the misfortune of not putting promptly away. Fortunately for me, her stomach seems to have caught on after the debacle listed above, and she doesn’t actually digest rubberbands. She just swallows them and then yarks them back up somewhere in the house later. She seems to prefer the white wool rug in the living room as opposed to the acres of hardwood floor or linoleum in my house. One must yark in comfort after all.[/li][li] Just today, eaten a clothing tag that I had snipped out of the shirt I was wearing and thought I’d thrown in the trash. I guess that I missed the trash can, because I found it in a pile of regurgitated cat food on the arm of my sofa this afternoon. I knew that investing in the fabric protection was a good idea.[/li][/ul]
Are all animals like this? To add to her enormous food idiosyncracies, she absolutely refuses to eat most actual, edible food. Not my wretched beast, no. No cheese, no meat, no fish. Hill’s Science Diet Sensitive Stomach (ha!) only for her. You could leave a steak out in the middle of the floor and while she’d most certainly investigage the appearance of this interloper, there would be nary a lick or nibble. But ah…leave a delectable rubber band on the kitchen counter and it’s down her gaping maw before you can blink.
She is demon spawn. I’m quite sure of it.