That cat's got some nuts...

There are days when Coley is working non-stop on her school stuff, and I play social worker all day-commuting 50 miles each way-and we would both rather have sharp sticks in our eyes than cook-so we resort to fast food. Tuesday was one of those days.

Yes, I KNOW it is not REALLY food-and that we would probably fare better if we just ate lard directly from the can-especially if it is rolled in sugar and dipped in cat litter...

Anyway...

Our little fake ice-cream sundae things came with nuts in a little plastic, crinkly bag.

Apparently our cat thought they were especially for him, and that they made a terrific toy.

He threw his nuts up into the air.

He batted them around on the linoleum floor in the kitchen.

He brought his nuts to Coley and dropped them at her feet- so she would then fling his nuts down the hall, where he would run to retrieve them.

He drooled on his nuts, and carried them around the house. He showed his nuts to his brother, so that his brother would feel envy.

I don't know where his nuts are now, so it could be that he hid them like a demented (and very large) squirrel. I will probably encounter them in the bed...or God forbid, the bag will break and his nuts will explode all over the house.

I may have to put his nuts into the garbage disposal.