A trend in my household

Kouros has some issues, I think. I'm not certain, but I think maybe his mother ran off too early or maybe he's going through some teen angst or something, but he's awfully bitey and chewy. I give you....


Exhibit A: The rubber band we use to keep the cabinets closed. Since Kouros never gets fed*, he takes it upon himself to climb into cabinets trying to get to his kibble. It's one of those broccoli rubber bands. If you're wondering about the other pieces, he swallowed them. I found them, um, when I was cleaning out his bathroom.




Exhibit B: Those little inner-ties on my bathrobe that keep it closed since that outer belt does next to nothing on that front. It's a bit hard to tell what's going on in this picture, but one tie is much shorter than the other. And it has a ragged, frayed end. With holes.



Exhibit C: A tank top that I quite liked. You may notice that not only is the strap on the left bitten in half, there's a big chunk missing. Yes, I found that one in the litterbox, too. I once had a red tank top, too, but it suffered the same fate. I found little kitty nun-chuks in the litter box. You can picture them perfectly, can't you?


So I guess there should have been no surprise when, in a matter of 30 seconds flat, Kouros reduced the striped sperm toy to this:



Then he just got up and walked away with a very satisfied air.











* No cats were harmed in the making of this blog entry. Kouros is actually well fed and the vet thinks he could use a bit of a diet. He gets fed promptly at 6 and 6 every day. Even if that means sitting on Susan's bedside table and pulling her hair out with his teeth to make certain he is fed ON TIME.