So, the other day, I'm looking for something in my desk, and I find this eraser the ex-boyfriend (the one who dumped me on New Year's Day) gave me. (Yes, an eraser. Says "Out, damned spot!" on it.)
I really can't conceive of a reason to keep it around, so I toss it in the trash can.
I wake up the next morning, and see the eraser on the floor in the hall. Jasmine has dug it out of the trash, and used it as a chew toy. It's very nearly shredded.
And my first thought is, "Good kitty!"
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Shame it was only an eraser. I can think of some other stuff (as I'm sure you could too) which Jazzy could've shredded while you clap on the sidelines. :-)
((((much love))))
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