Our cat, the billy goat

Last night, I wanted to do something special for Rebecca, for when she returned home from girl's camp. She's spent the past four days up in the mountains. I cleaned the house, got everything ready and even went to buy the cat litter mat that we always talked about purchasing but never did. Everything was ready for this morning.

Then I woke up to find that our cat, Star, had eaten through the rubber mat.

Our cat is a regular billygoat. She doesn't do it because she's hungry, because I checked her food bowl. But the cat eats tape, rubber, plastic, twine, cloth and leather toy mice tails, window blinds; if she was physically able to, I'm confident she would eat her wire brush. She tries that everytime I brush her and fails.

I hate to rant about this, but I'm quite upset that my trash-eating cat ruined the surprise for my wonderful wife. Stupid cat thinks she gets nutrition from licking a plastic box and gnawing on wood. Grrr....