I should've posted this sooner. But I got sick. Anyways it was really funny at the time.
Aya is indoors but I keep a collar on her just in case she ever got out. About a week ago I noticed she's wearing the fur down around her neck scritching at it. She's on Revolution so no buggies. We just don't like our collar. I've noticed the few times I've taken it off/on that she puts up a fight.
Anyway I took it off for a while so her fur could fluff out and regrow. I stuck it on a shelf which is open. She decided that off her neck it was a toy and removed it from the shelf. Periodically over the next few days she would pick it up, carry it around the apartment like prey or scoot it around the floor. So, its a kitty toy, now eh?
Then about a week ago, I was on the skype with my mom. Aya usually feels like she's being ignored and bites my ankles or grooms or mews at the ceiling while I talk on the phone. Anyways she grabs the collar off the floor with her mouth. Climbs up the sofa and onto the window ledge, a shelf really. And drops it over the edge into her litter box onto a fresh heap of poo! It looked very deliberate to me.
So, that's what we think of the collar after all?
Needless to say, the used collar went straight into the bin along with the poo...
Aya is indoors but I keep a collar on her just in case she ever got out. About a week ago I noticed she's wearing the fur down around her neck scritching at it. She's on Revolution so no buggies. We just don't like our collar. I've noticed the few times I've taken it off/on that she puts up a fight.
Anyway I took it off for a while so her fur could fluff out and regrow. I stuck it on a shelf which is open. She decided that off her neck it was a toy and removed it from the shelf. Periodically over the next few days she would pick it up, carry it around the apartment like prey or scoot it around the floor. So, its a kitty toy, now eh?
Then about a week ago, I was on the skype with my mom. Aya usually feels like she's being ignored and bites my ankles or grooms or mews at the ceiling while I talk on the phone. Anyways she grabs the collar off the floor with her mouth. Climbs up the sofa and onto the window ledge, a shelf really. And drops it over the edge into her litter box onto a fresh heap of poo! It looked very deliberate to me.
So, that's what we think of the collar after all?
Needless to say, the used collar went straight into the bin along with the poo...