The roses my husband brought me for my birthday were mysteriously shredding. So, now I finally caught her in the act: The Amazing Rose Eating Cat.
It's the scent that draws here in, I mean really IN! The rosebud was open to the stamen!
Not an easy task for someone with paws!
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At last satisfaction!
Oh, how poetic are this cat's vices. I think she might be the reincarnation of Baudelaire or Coleridge.
P.S. We do feed her and well. She prefers flowers.
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