OK, so this ONLY EVER happens after we've turned all of the lights out, and are in the bedroom, but Quincy-beast, the wacka-doodle-noodle, who deserves a medal from being a trouper with a toddler, will literally MEOW like he's been mortally wounded. I turn around to look, and there he is, cat nip toy in his mouth, meowing and crying, almost. I think him for mortally wounding the cat nip, and then just go about my business.
It's SO FREAKING ODD. i have NO idea why he does this. At night. When the weird factor goes up a notch. But in the morning, we find those dang cat nip toys (handmade toys, home-grown nip) in our bathroom, or the rug by our bed, and dutifully, in the am, we transport them back to the living room.
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