Pepper had a hairball early Friday morning, while she was sleeping on the bed, at Mrs's feet. Then we heard slurping. I assumed Pepper was cleaning herself (she's a loud licker). Then we heard the big *thump* of Pepper jumping off the bed. But the slurping went on.
Pete!
Pete was eating Pepper's barf.
Cleaned that up. Back to sleep.
An hour later, cats are fed and I'm getting ready for work. Pepper throws up again (hairballs upset her stomach sometimes). I clean it up with some paper towels, put them in a plastic grocery bag, threw them away.
A couple of hours later, I see some white stuff under the living room table. I figure Pete has torn up some tissue paper that Mrs left out. An hour later I come back, take a closer look. It's paper towels and torn-up plastic bag. Pete stole the bag that held all the paper towels I used to clean up Pepper's barf, dragged it across the house, tore it all up and ate all the goodness within.
Disgusting little creature.
Later that day I couldn't find the kitchen sponge, so I pulled a new one out from under the sink, washed the cats' food bowls, put the sponge back next to the kitchen faucet where it belongs. Two days later, the sponge is missing again. Hmm... Could it be? Yep. There were two kitchen sponges under the living room table.
Yesterday, he tried to take a nap in the garbage can where all the plastic bags full of dirty cat litter get thrown.
Pete!
