Noel, here. I can’t believe the suffering that I must endure with all the coffee cups that Mom has with dog sayings on them. At least she has cat dishes. Don’t you think that someone can buy her a cat mug for her birthday (which actually happens to be today)? Don’t tell her I told you about her birthday because she is feeling really old. My birthday is tomorrow, maybe someone will get me a new cat bowl, with lots and lots of treats in it (hint! hint!). I feel younger than spring time!
Noel suffers from chewing everything she shouldn’t, especially plastic. She chews napkins, tissues, and any plastic wrappers or bags that she can find. She really likes those plastic airbags that come in Amazon packages. We do our best to ensure she does not have access to things that she can swallow, but we don’t always know what she will start gnawing on next. I think they call this eating disorder PICA, a need to eat non-food things like dirt or paper. That would be our Noel.
