Hey you dunderhead cat,

These past 9 months or so, we have been working so hard at trying to get your blood sugar regulated and your neuropathy healed up. And now you’re doing great.

So, what did I find you doing last night?

Eating a shoelace.

What is that, some kind of Siamese thing? I knew a guy once whose beloved sealpoint ate an entire ball of twine, and the cat was lucky to survive the experience. Surgery, the whole bit. Not fun.

I also knew a Siamese who would cheerfully devour any soft plastic that came his way, such as drycleaner bags.

Kevin told me he found you eating string once before. He said he just stepped on the end of the string and picked you up… and you didn’t like that very much. But apparently the lesson wore off.

I’m very grateful I caught you when there was still shoestring yet to be eaten, so we didn’t have to make an emergency vet visit. You don’t even like the routine ones.

No more bonehead moves, OK, Tazzber?

Luv ya, sweet boy.