Garbage

My cat just ate some random garbage of the arm of the sofa, a piece of acrylic thread that I tore out of the lining of the glove I was mending last night. It was still there this morning because I’m lazy and careless and promised myself that I would clean it up today. Well, now I don’t have to. Scooter jumped up onto the arm of the sofa to keep me company, sniffed at the thread, decided it might be good to eat, and scarfed it down. Why he did it is anyone’s guess. It sure wasn’t because it tasted good. More probably because, Scooter being Scooter, once he got an idea in his head he couldn’t shake it, no matter how weird or stupid. That’s our new cat.