this was the start to my morning today...ironically, this one actually looks like spikers t. cat a little bit! with the colder night temperatures, the hibiscus plants have to come inside, which apparently causes some sort of metaphysical crisis of conscience for spikers. the last couple of days he has actually been pretty good about not chewing the leaves, but as soon as i opened the door this morning to go get my shoes, he shot right in there and just starts gnawing away at one of them...as if he didn't have two full bowls of food sitting in the living room. so, predictably, about 15 minutes later as i'm walking toward the front hall, all of the leaves reappear. we'll leave the description at that, but i'm just wondering where is the sharp animal behavioral instinct in this process? it's like there's absolutely no recollection that, 'hey, dude! every time you do that, you get sick!' what is it with the leaves? even on the rare occassions when he's in the room and NOT eating the plants, you can tell he is constantly aware of their presence...there's a sort of tension that vibrates almost unperceptibly throughout his little body. well, i guess that the only thing to do now is to just keep shaking the coin can when we catch him, and be proud of him for having such a passionate devotion to something...
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