|Watercolor Painting of Jingles|
Besides being standoffish, and I know that most cats are, she has this quirky little habit. She does not like stuff on tables. And will spend a fair bit of time knocking stuff on the floor. Doesn't matter if its a pencil or a book. One night she and I spent a half hour straight playing knock it down, pick it up with my youngest son's puffer. You would think I had nothing better to do!
So, this story begins with three straight weeks (seems longer) of having flus, colds, and ear infections in our house. My husband was the only one spared. After finally getting through the worst of it, it felt fantastic to go through the house vaccuuming, washing floors, dusting, just giving the house a good, thorough cleansing. Exhausted, I sat down at night to watch a little TV with some nachos and salsa, one of my favorite snacks.
I do watch my weight, so I left some in the bag. I left the bag on the table just in case I came back for more. Now, I am sure you can see where this is going. I had my fill of the salty tortilla chips and went off to bed.
I woke the next morning to my husband's hysterical laughter and "Ah, Jo-Ann...you've really got to see this!"
Now, our house is not small. Its a century old home and from kitchen you have to go through the dining room and down a hallway to get to the front door, I'd say 25 to 30 feet. From one end to the other, from the kitchen to the front door, was a huuuuge trail of tortilla chips. And at the end of the trail, right at the foot of the stairs, was the huge, empty bag . I have no idea if she ate them (judging by the amount on the floor, not likely) or if she just used the bag as a toy, but it sure looked like she had a fantastic time throughout the night! And guess what I spent the next hour doing... vacuuming those darn tortilla chips.
Here's a picture of the little monster:
She's pretty cute, isn't she?