December 22, 2005
Just one word - plastics
*Sigh.*
I can't say that I know what it feels like to have a "special" child, but I know what it's like to have a "special" cat. Pippin is very sweet and loving and fun, but, bless his heart, he's not the brightest light in the chandelier.
This morning he tried to get at the wrapper from a small piece of cheese - he's obsessed with chewing on plastic and thin cords - and I put it out of his reach, so I thought, on the counter.
Next thing I know he's upstairs with me, huge dreadlocks of drool hanging from his mouth, with a trail of thick saliva from the counter downstairs to the bathroom upstairs. Oh yeah, he ate the plastic, and it's irritating his digestive system, as plastic tends to do. I called the vet, who wondered why Pippin ignored the tasty cheese and ate the plastic instead.
Doc, that would be because he's special.
Good thing I can work from home on my laptop.
*Sigh.*
Update: Of course he's fine now. I'm just the one who's freaked out.
