Dress: Tulle (recognize a new favorite brand?)
Leggings: Forever 21
Boots: Charlotte Russe
Shirt: Old Navy
Rather than talk about my newest obsession and favorite clothing brand, Tulle (I blame Louise), I’d like to tell you a story about my cat/goat, Loafy.
It all started yesterday morning at 2 AM, when I woke up to the sounds of chewing, licking and eating. It sounded like the cat was eating a plastic bag, which is a no-no. We’re really careful to throw them away/not use them/hide them, because Loafy has an odd obsession with them.
Knowing she could be in potential choking danger, I got up and used my phone as a flashlight to try to figure out what she was eating.
I found her, face buried in my clean laundry. Assuming she was chewing on the tie to PJ pants or a sweatshirt pull, I grabbed her to pull her out.
She wouldn’t come out of the pile, because she was attached to something. And by attached, I mean eating.
She was chewing on the lining of one of my dresses! It was covered in kitty saliva, teeth marks and her sharp little teeth were still gnawing away at the spot she was attached to. I shoved her off, rolled up the dress (spit and all) and shoved it to the bottom of the hamper, so she couldn’t get to it again.
(Guilty little brat!!)
The damage isn’t TOO bad, and it’s only to the lining, not the dress itself. But lesson learned! Poor Goaty (as she’s now being called) isn’t allowed around anything I own anymore. She’s also tried to eat an H&M necklace before, so I have to hide that from her too.
My cat is a goat. She eats carpet fibers, paper and anything else she can get her greedy little mouth on. I attempted to adopt two cats, three years ago. No one told me I was really getting a puppy and a goat.
Here’s the puppy/cat, Ruckus.
What did I get myself into?