Furry had unusual taste in “toys”, with a special fondness for small cylindrical objects. You could not leave a drinking straw unattended in a glass; she would swipe the straw and perform an entire kitty ballet with it. After Furry discovered the bathroom cabinet, we returned home one day to find the living room strewn with well-mauled tampons. They did sort of look like little mice… Later, when the moving company came to pack us up, they found a bunch more under the fridge. Try explaining that to a Teamster.
