Freedom.

After the party I decided that I wanted to keep the decorations and fancy dollar store attire in case I ever decided to throw another luau.  I spent a little too much on everything to just throw/give it away.

My life and possessions are a semi-organized mess right now and I recently noticed there was a straw hat sitting on a DVD rack.  But there was something else interacting with the hat…my cat.  Her name is Piper and she hates you.  She is very anti-stranger though, so don’t take it personally.  So what was Piper doing with it you ask?  Why she was EATING IT of course!

Um, gross?

So deciding that I didn’t want to be the one discovering the straw infested pile of cat vomit, I shushed her away and told her no.

Maybe straw=addictive for cats?

She couldn’t resist!  She hopped right back up there and started gnawing away on it again!

After several more attempts of shushing, I realized how cute/strange/slightly obnoxious this situation was.  So what did I do?  I took the hat, put it on the bed, and photographed her nibbling the hat.

Piper and her fine dining experience.

I can hear exactly what the boy toy would say to this post:

“See hon?  We don’t even need to have kids!  We have Piper to annoy us and chew on things she’s not supposed to!”