- November 23, 2024
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I walked into the bedroom to find my purse open on the bed, all of the contents dumped out of it. I knew immediately I hadn’t been robbed, because the responsible party didn’t steal my money – they tore it up.
The responsible party was our cat Samantha. My hubby wanted to blame Buddy, the Jack Russell, but Buddy would have eaten the money, and I would have found it elsewhere – if you know what I mean.
Samantha’s job as a cat is to play with things. It’s interesting to me what captures her attention. I don’t know why she decided to investigate my purse, pull out my wallet, and extract two, one-dollar bills, that she apparently determined, must be taken out of circulation. She left the $10 and $5 bill, for which I thank her.
Though I missed, what must have been a lot of fun, I can picture the scene as she rolled around on the bed with the money, tossing it in the air, and ripping it with her claws. It was wet, and torn, but not digested.
I have heard that most money has some form of drug residual on it, making me wonder what might have been only on those two bills – she left the other two in the wallet. Was that money used to buy --- catnip?
There is an eating disorder, called Pica, a condition that has been diagnosed in humans and animals. Pica is the persistent eating of things that have no nutritional value. Since my money wasn’t eaten I don’t think Samantha has the condition. She just likes to play.
I have considered taping the money back together, but it’s probably easier just to tell my bank teller that, “my cat ‘ate’ my money,” and get them exchanged.