Mystic is not really an active cat. She's a cuddler and a talker and amazingly tolerant about being dressed up in cute outfits, but she doesn't really play.
One of the few kind-of exceptions to this rule are my tea bags. '
Sometimes when I'm making a cup of tea in the morning and let my hand dip too low, Mystic will stretch up on her hind legs and try to bat at the tea bag. Maybe it's because they smell interesting. Maybe it's because I generally keep them away from her. Maybe she just thinks they dangle enticingly. She's a cat, who knows?
Generally I lift the tea bag back out of her reach, but yesterday...
Ms Melinda: She's going for the tea bag again.
Me: I
know. *keeps waving tea bag* Isn't it cute?
Ms Melinda: It won't be cute when there are tea leaves all over the floor.
Me: She's cubby and slow it's not like she's going to-- AHHH!
*Mystic saunters away having gutted my
tea bag like she's a velociraptor and it's an extra from Jurassic Park.*
Ms Melinda: *deadpan* Who could have seen that coming? Oh, and the dust buster is in the laundry.
Me: ...yeah. *slinks off to clean up the mess*
So the life lesson I learned this week is no to assume I'm faster than the cat. (Though to be fair, I probably owed her at least one destroyed tea bag in payment for that candy wrapper hat I made her wear in the photo above 😂)
