I was on a conference call today when my cat trotted into the room with my Little Secret Spoon in her mouth. Trying to stifle my laughter, I made to snatch it out of her mouth. She dashed out of the room, Spoon still firmly in her jaws.
When I finished the call, I found her lying on her side, her arms wrapped around my O2 Cush, licking it like she grooms the other cats.
These both arrived in the mail today, and I didn't think twice about leaving them out. She's NEVER touched my toys before, silicone or otherwise, and she didn't touch any of the other toys laying out. Only the Tantus. I can only assume she approves.
Alas, both the Cush and the Spoon have sustained minor puncture wounds.
Have your pets ever gotten into your toys? Were there any fatalities?
When I finished the call, I found her lying on her side, her arms wrapped around my O2 Cush, licking it like she grooms the other cats.
These both arrived in the mail today, and I didn't think twice about leaving them out. She's NEVER touched my toys before, silicone or otherwise, and she didn't touch any of the other toys laying out. Only the Tantus. I can only assume she approves.
Alas, both the Cush and the Spoon have sustained minor puncture wounds.
Have your pets ever gotten into your toys? Were there any fatalities?