Toby and I have a love-hate relationship. Seriously, I love him when he is nice and cuddly and when I hear the pitter patter of his little paws as he runs throughout the house, or when he crouches behind a corner of a room and does a sneak attack on my leg as I walk by and scares me to death. I love it when he touches his nose on my nose when I get home from work because he missed me. but I hate it when he jumps on my leg cutting gouges in it just to play with the string tie on my pants or when he farts in my face when he's laying on my lap (seriously, he is the stinkiest kitty I have ever seen in my life and they smell so bad). He claws my couch and jumps on the dining room table when he knows he's not supposed to, or pees on the floor right next to his litter box, and meows at our bedroom door at 5:00 in the morning waking me up two hours before my alarm is supposed to go off.
But this story takes the cake. A few weeks ago Stephen was out of town for a few days for work. Toby is not allowed in our bedroom, but I thought since Stephen wasn't home I'd let him sleep with me this one time. Toby sleeps all day like any other cat would do, so when its time for me to go to bed he is wide awake and ready to play, in other words, very annoying. So I got ready for bed and tried to get him settled down. He laid down on the bed at my feet and soon fell asleep. He did pretty well, but, again, at 5:00 in the morning he gets up and pounces on top me meowing and cuddled up by my face and went back to sleep.....or so I thought. I started to fall back asleep when all of a sudden Toby pounces on my face and rips my earring out of my ear and SWALLOWED IT!!! I couldn't believe what just happened. I probably wouldn't care about the earring if wasn't the earring he swallowed. Not only was this pair of earrings one of the most expensive pair I owned, but they had sentimental value because they were given to me by my dad.
That cat ran for his life because he knew I would skin him alive if I ever caught him. I chased after him throughout the house for a few minutes seething with anger and tears. I let him go and went back to my room to calm down and try to get a little more sleep before work. I cleaned out his litter box so I could check the new stuff when I got home for my earring, but unfortunately I never found it.
I just had to laugh at this one - that's what you get for keeping the stinking, clawing, jumping, thieving cat in the house! If it makes you feel any better, the earrings dad gave me someone stole from my luggage at the airport on one of our trips home from Chas. Grrrr!
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