And this applies to animals as well.
Take my cat for instance. He is a very strange little monster. He has all of these really weird fetish phases that he goes through. For a while it was twistie ties. Then it was Anthony's brown sweater. Not just any sweater, this one brown one. We would come home from work and find that he had dug it out of a pile of laundry and drug it into the other room for whatever reason (but he never put it away. I need to work on his cleaning skills).
Well, right now it is q-tips.
Yes, q-tips.
He loves it when we throw them away and accidentally miss the trash can, because then he'll run in and bat them around the floor for hours on end!
And then he discovered that we kept the glorious q-tips in the cabinet under the sink and would whine and scratch at the cabinet to try to get at the q-tips!
And then today, when I came home, this is what I found:
And then today, when I came home, this is what I found:
My dear Prinxie had hit the jackpot.
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