> Yup. The perfect kitty toy. Along with bread twisties. LOL
>
> Katz
Not to be a spoil-sport, but do please be careful about giving a kitten
a wire and plastic twist tie thingie! My sister's dog ate one, and
generated several hundred dollars worth of vet bills, as it did some
damage on the way down and tore up parts of her stomach and intestine.
And this was the dog that ate half a box of carpet tacks, and passed
them all with no ill effects. Of course, the vet was poking cotton
balls and mineral oil down the poor dog, to make everything "flow
through" so to speak. But Maddie was fine, and I think the vet wrote a
paper about the Corgi Who Ate the Carpet Tacks And Lived to tell the
tale.
ANyway, Toilet paper AND paper towel tubes are a big hit with Nina. So,
surprisingly, are oven mitts. She carries them into my bedroom, and
arranges them artistically on top of her piles of shreded toilet paper,
and mauled paper towels. I think in a past life she was an avant garde
sculptor.
Melissa
Kreisleriana - 16 Mar 2005 23:37 GMT
>Not to be a spoil-sport, but do please be careful about giving a kitten
>a wire and plastic twist tie thingie! My sister's dog ate one, and
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>
>Melissa
Oh, I thought Stinky was the artistic one. His work in progress is a
cardboard box full of crumpled up tissue paper. You never knew this
was such a useful item. He rummages around in the paper, and fluffs
it up a bit. He knocks the box over, and hauls all the paper out, and
creates a little installation on the floor around the box. When I
replace the paper, he rummages around in it some more, and gets it all
fluffy again. Then he climbs into the box, sits on it and squashes
it. Repeat. ;)
Theresa
Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com
Howard Berkowitz - 17 Mar 2005 05:40 GMT
> Not to be a spoil-sport, but do please be careful about giving a kitten
> a wire and plastic twist tie thingie! My sister's dog ate one, and
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> paper about the Corgi Who Ate the Carpet Tacks And Lived to tell the
> tale.
As a teenager, I had an exceptionally small miniature dachshund named
Peter [formall, Graf Peter von Pfanne], who was born without testicles
and never grew beyond 4-pound puppy size. One day, we came him home to
find him ill.
Ill may not be the correct word. He was developing significant thrust
from the rear nozzle, and his eyes? I can best describe the expression
in his eyes as looking like the wheels of a slot machine just after the
handle has been pulled.
We rushed him to our vet, and found he seemed to be in no immediate
danger. We were mystified at the discharge, and the vet and I went into
the lab to try to analyze it -- I had had enough clinical lab work to be
useful. At first, we thought it was mucus -- but it wouldn't take up
any stains, and there were only insignificant numbers of epithelial and
blood cells in it.
Meanwhile, Peter was regaining his dignity, and, carefully, we took him
home. No diagnosis, but he seemed OK. THe next day, I was picking up
something from the floor, and happened to look under the couch.
There, underneath, was a just-bought one-pound jar of Vaseline. A four
pound dog had eaten a quarter of his body weight in petroleum jelly.