Rolz preparing to do some indoor salad bar grazing...

I don’t know about your house, but in ours, nothing is off limits and everything is an open invitation to our cats. An invitation to what you may ask? Well, for starters, unlimited physical destruction and incomprehensible behavior. Put a rug on the floor, it will either be shredded by claws or christened by pee. Buy a new leather chair, it will look like a yard sale giveaway by the end of the week. Attempt to decorate bookcases, shelves, and fireplace mantles… fine, if you’re willing to clean up the broken pieces an hour later.

Then, of course, there is the all you can eat salad bar. What? A salad bar in the house? Yes  – every fake fern, ficus plant, and floral arrangement we have placed about the house is fodder for our cats as delicious morsels of food to be ingested. Why cats, why? We yell at you to stop the indoor grazing, but all you do is ignore us to blissfully continue with the chewing, only to throw up these slimy pieces of fake greenery later on, on the rug you’ve already peed on. By now, isn’t it apparent that you are not really chewing on grass and that the plants you are eating are not real? Sigh…

You know me, I adore you and find you to be an extremely intelligent species of which I am overly compulsive about and completely addicted to. But, I’m sorry to say, the salad bar syndrome…. well, please forgive me, but it’s something a dog would do…

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! Hope you enjoyed our “green” post today!