Shelly wrote:
I've been drawing pears for the past few days, and Harriet is *sure*
that she should have one. Last night, she poked the stupid pear I
was drawing with her nose, pushing it off the coffee table. Today, I
had a large box of watercolor pencils sitting on the couch next to
me, and she parked herself right on top of them. It turns out, 72
Pick-up is not a very fun game.

I forgot the pear on the coffee table, and just returned from
checking the mail to find it in the middle of the living room floor,
full of tooth marks.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/cat-sidh/1937200500/

Harriet had the good sense to scram when she heard me come back
inside, but since the cat DOES NOT HAVE TEETH, I think it's obvious
who the culprit is.

So, if anyone wants a slightly used Boxer with a pear fetish, please
to be letting me know.


You mean she chomped it but didn't eat it?!

My merry band of mental midgets scarfed down green apples off of the
neighbor's overhanging tree, with predictable results. They also
pilfered tomatoes out of my daughter's salsa garden. The jrt likes rose
petals. And Zane eats the hibiscus bush, but that's more like jihad
than grazing. Sometimes he just has the urge to launch a savage attack
the shrubbery.