Why can't I have a "normal" cat, like everyone else?
Yesterday, my mom gave me a sack full of "sweets", which included a tin of Holland butter cookies, a small fruitcake(yes, I LIKE fruitcake, call me "weird"!), a bag of Brach's Maple Nut Goodies, and a 12 ounce bag of Hershey's Kisses with almonds. When I returned home, I set the sack on the bar in the kitchen, and came to the living room to watch some television. A couple of hours later, I hear a "rustling" sound, then a "thump" from the direction of the kitchen. I didn't think much about it, I just figured Eastwood was playing with one of the paper grocery bags I leave on the floor for him, and maybe bumped into something.
Next thing you know, I see him at the edge of the door to the living room, dragging "something" down the hallway. I ask him what does he have... he stops, and looks at me. I get up, go to the hallway... he was dragging the 12 ounce bag of Kisses! I pick it up, and proceed with it back to the kitchen, and put the entire sack of sweets into an upper cabinet.