Like usual, Foxy follows me out to the patio. I sit down. She jumps on the table to explore. Everything's normal.
And then she attacks.
Like a crazed jungle cat, she viciously chomps into the plant on the table, tearing in half at least five of its leaves like they're the most delicious mouse or goldfish she's ever encountered ... Horrified, I take a picture ... She then seemingly realizes what she's doing and suddenly stops, conscious of her (hopefully temporary) insanity.
Or not. After a short while, she cleans herself proudly, jumps on my lap and meows demandingly.
I'm so scared.
J
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