Tuesday night I was talking to Geoff in the kitchen. I’d just given Hermione and Clarabelle their nightly treats (Clarabelle’s in medicine, but I have to give them both a treat) so Hermione was hanging around the pantry closet door, looking for more.
I didn’t think much of what she was doing until I looked over and saw this:
Yeah, that’s a potato. She’d dug it out of the bag next to the fridge, and was rolling it around on the floor. I let her play with it long enough to get a good picture, but she would have kept at it.
Meanwhile, I buy her balls and bring them home and she won’t look twice at them. Weirdo cat.
This post is linked to Fur Baby Friday.