Lingerie straps were Shahdee's secret treat. I would get a bra or teddy out of the drawer, try to put it on, and then discover it had no straps! I think my Artful Dodger, who could open any door or drawer used to slide the drawer open for her so she could fish them out, then drop them back in when she'd got the straps. For a time I wondered if I was losing my mind, perhaps cutting off the straps in my sleep, because the lingerie was still in the drawer not out on the floor. The thin straps she must have chewed into pieces and swallowed because I never found any evidence and she never blocked. I only understood what was happening when I found a wet bra strap under the bed and then I assumed it was Loki who had a passion for string. The poor guy went through surgery to find all the other straps that had gone missing, I was so sure it had to be him, but they searched him from oesophagus to colon and found nothing. She also loved to eat the middle out of anything made of wool so you could never repair it. The middle of the body of a sweater, or the middle of a sleeve, the middle of a mohair throw. She lived to 17 and died of renal failure.
Teddy adored nuts, especially cashews, and would tear them out of my hand as I moved it to my mouth. He also loved raw oatmeal just dampened with water, and ginger biscuits. His sister, Seshat, also loved oatmeal but it had to be cooked. Dodger had a passion for sun dried tomatoes. Catullus stands on my chest to try and get flavored potato chips out of my fingers. Some of my cats really liked to eat corn-based litter so I had to stop using it.
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