"Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet." -Excerpts from a pets diary

You know my cat, Elvis, has a fetish with his food dish. He will drag my dirty clothes, my clean clothes I've laid out to dry, my shoes, Frosty, a dirty rag....anything to his food dish.  I don't understand it, but it seems to bring him comfort. It causes me nothing but distress.

As you know, I'm rearranging my apartment and deciding what to keep and what not to keep.  I had a whole pile of stuff sitting in my living room.  Most to send to Goodwill, other stuff that's sentimental, to keep, like the stuffed rabbit my grandmother made me. This rabbit (or bunny, whichever you prefer) sat in my dining room on a little elementary-sized chair for the last 8 years.  Did Elvis bother with it then? No, no he did not.  But as soon as I changed his world, rabbit ended up in his food dish.  Here's the aftermath.