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So the cat, Gnarly, decided a while back the tastiest treat on the planet is used sanitary napkins. Okay, she's a little strange. The last and least, runt of the litter and came out backwards was a clue.
Then she expanded on this. Any sanitary napkin. Tears open new packages to get at them. Dig's them out of the bosses purse. Gnawed and mangled, left all over the floor for yours truly to clean up.
Bringing this to the attention of the boss produces the result of her scolding or yelling at the cat, ignoring her always leaving her purse unzipped or the drawer where they are stored open.
And around and around they go. Been like this for a year now. Downstairs is strewn far and wide with $30 or $40 of new and shredded napkins this AM. I'm going on strike until they get a grip.
The Gnarly
Meanwhile, the other cat quite wisely doesn't want any part of this fandango.
Then she expanded on this. Any sanitary napkin. Tears open new packages to get at them. Dig's them out of the bosses purse. Gnawed and mangled, left all over the floor for yours truly to clean up.
Bringing this to the attention of the boss produces the result of her scolding or yelling at the cat, ignoring her always leaving her purse unzipped or the drawer where they are stored open.
And around and around they go. Been like this for a year now. Downstairs is strewn far and wide with $30 or $40 of new and shredded napkins this AM. I'm going on strike until they get a grip.
The Gnarly
Meanwhile, the other cat quite wisely doesn't want any part of this fandango.