Life in San Francisco

Fur and Leather

It sounds like a bad porn movie, but tonight my cat, Bristow, decide to try and eat Gary's belt.

I'm not sure if the leather tastes good, if he's having some sort of weird reaction to the new food he's on, or if he's just being part of his normal strange self.

I came home from our monthly potluck dinner at BIJ, and found the cat rolling around in my bed, chewing on the belt. I'm not sure if it's bad from him or not, but he was having such a good time with the belt that I didn't have the heart to take it away from him. Afterall, the cat likes to eat olives too.