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Developing
A Habit
It
started innocently enough with old post it notes. I wadded one up
one day to toss it in the trash, and immediately the cat was right
in front of me tilting her head and looking expectantly. As I wadded
and tossed it toward the garbage, she leapt up in the air, intercepted
the throw, and started batting the bit of paper around the room.
She
was so cute. I wadded up some more post its especially for her,
and tossed them out. She loved the game. We called it mousies.
Pretty
soon, the second she heard the crinkling sound of paper she was
right there, begging.
One
mousie was never enough. She wanted to first play catch with as
many as I would throw, before she batted them around the room. She
looked so pitiful if I stopped throwing. Whole pads of post its
started to disappear before I realized it. She became an expert
at catching the wads mid air, as I praised her efforts, and skill. I got
wise, though, and quit wasting post its. Instead I tore up junk
mail and wadded and tossed. At least I found a cheap way to feed
her habit.
Pretty
soon, she decided to look for her own paper late at night while
we were sleeping. We started finding white napkins from the napkin
holder tossed on the floor in the mornings several times before we learned. Any random napkin, kleenex, any white paper now
became fair game.
The
holiday came and there were presents for her-- crinkly wrapping
paper and crinkly paper candy cups. She was right there in my face
to claim them. She was so cute. I showed my granddaughters how to
wad and throw. I wanted to share the fun.
As
I turn my head to the left tonight, spread in front of me in a line
on the floor are at least seven tiny wadded up pieces of paper which
she is merrily batting around. And as I survey the living room,
there are even more random patches of white. There must be hundreds
of tiny pieces of paper hiding under the furniture.
She's
created a monster.
I'm
out of control, I'm throwing trash. On the floor. Everyday. For
my cat.
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