A few nights ago my daughter came bounding up the stairs saying Sophie, one of our kitties, had cornered a spider and it had disappeared behind her bookcase. My sweet hubby went to her rescue to no avail. The spider disappeared.
We have a new tomato plant and were quite excited when tomatoes began to grow. My husband and I watched it mature, watered it, talked about them as though they were new family members. Last night we pulled them and placed them on the kitchen counter. Several hours later my daughter yells for me to come to the living room pointing that Sophie has trapped something under the couch. Sophie proceeded to drop something from her mouth and lick her paw. I peered around as my daughter reminded me we had a spider running loose and brave soul that I am jumped on the stairs as she ran in the kitchen. Then….there was something pink on the carpet. Huh?
“It’s not a spider.” I said.
I picked the item up with a tissue and puzzled over what in the world Sophie would be chewing on that was pink. I looked at my hubby, he looked at the kitchen counter and lo and behold we were short a tomato. I then lifted the couch up and there was the tomato, chewed on, claw marks, but still resembling pieces of itself.
I defended Sophie stating she was playing with it as she had the apples in the past. I don’t think so. I believe our kitty will eat tomatoes. TOMATOES. We have had issues with bread, sandwiches, chips, candy corn, but tomatoes?
We still aren’t happy with our kitty for ruining our hard work, but we apparently can’t leave anything out for her to eat. Lesson learned…again.
Until Next Time…