It is a really good thing that I love my cat, Dot, or else she’d be dangling from my second floor window right about now.
In the last week she has eaten four, count them onetwothreefour FOUR!, articles of my clothing. I put on a tank top fresh from the clean laundry basket the other day and low and behold there was a crescent moon eaten out of the bottom. I went to toss on one of my go-to t-shirts as I was late to work and, guess what? Oh yes, there was a crescent moon eaten out of the bottom. And another shirt that I am certain I loved but can’t recall the style or color of presently. I am too distraught.
Please do not make me talk about the scarves. Or socks. It pains me, deeply.
And then last night as I was talking on the phone, I spied a glob of something on the floor near the cat pillow. I went over to investigate and found what could have been a hair ball except it was not made of hair. It was made of cloth. Exhibit A:
(I rinsed it under the water to better see the pattern of the material. Actual dress on left, puked up remnant of hem on right.)
She ate the hem of my dress. While it was HANGING IN MY CLOSET!
(Let it be known that I will CSI YOUR ASS. I mean it. Do not try to pull one over on me, kitty cat.)
No clothing is sacred around this cat. She suffers from pica or a disorder that compels her to eat clothing (in her case). I get that she was weened too early and that she has a “condition” – I mean who am I to cast stones seeing as how messed up I am around my “daddy issues” but SERIOUSLY I AM SO PEEVED. Good thing I buy most of my clothes on sale. I have to be even more vigilant about keeping my closet door closed and all my clothes up and out of reach. I can’t even be a little bit of a slob. Sigh.
P.S. This morning while cleaning the litter box I discovered the bits of what used to be my tank top crapped out. I am certain you could have gone about your day NOT knowing that but I like to share my pain.