It Never Fails

Luxor has eaten my entire 16 inches of clay cutting string. I try so hard to clean up and keep things out of his mouth. He ate a hole in my cashmere sweater, but it wasn't much. And in December he ate 6 inches of a shoe lace of one of my piano student's. All of my clothes are under lock and key. I just am beside myself. He eats so much that he's not supposed to.

I am such a horrible person for leaving this stuff out. Why can't I clean up everything? Why does he always find stuff to eat? Why Why Why? Why can't he just LEAVE MY STUFF ALONE? I'll never forgive myself for this.

I hate myself - utterly disgusted with myself. Just disgusted.


Casbah Kitten February 7, 2009 at 8:15 AM  

I TOTALLY understand! I have to have trash bins with lids on them because I've caught Jane actually fishing strings out of the trash to eat! Even though I try to be very careful, sometimes there's a surprise in the litterbox!

Mishkat February 7, 2009 at 11:42 AM  

Renovia, I'm really sorry! I hope Luxor is OK. We have the same problem with Tasha and little scraps of plastic - it's impossible to find all of them.

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Marjorie Dawson February 7, 2009 at 2:52 PM  

Hey don't beat yourself up! Constant vigilance is one thing - being human is another! It happens! I hope Luxor is OK (the little monkey!!!!)

Mishkat February 7, 2009 at 4:24 PM  

I forgot to say we had to buy a trash can with a lid because Franklin was using our old one as a Stop and Shop. He doesn't eat plastic, but he was fishing "toys" out for Tasha to eat. Plus Dobby now chews plastic bags - he picked up that idea from Tasha!


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