I just came in from loading the ATV onto the trailer in preparation for a wood harvesting expedition in the wilds of my friend's back yard. It's wet out, and the wind is blowing leaves off the cottonwoods. I walked through some damp leaves and tracked one into the house where it dropped off my boot in the middle of the kitchen floor while I was pouring myself a cup of coffee. I fully intended to pick it up and throw it in the trash, but before I could do so The White One (Aka Pegleg, Aka Sitka, Aka Stupid the Cat) charged over to it and after giving it a perfunctory sniff - ate it. Understand, this is not the Einstein of the feline world, and I'm pretty sure that he has the fuzzy headed equivalent of raging schizophrenia, but still - what in the hell? Suddenly he's a herbivore? Cottonwood leaves smell like liver? What?
Two minutes later and sure enough, the inevitable reaction. Urf urf urf, ralph! Big pile of chewed leaf and brown cat stomach goo staining the den carpet. Wonderful.
You'll excuse me, I have to get the hand steam cleaner out. Then I'm off to do a little hunter gathering. Back in a couple of hours.