When Nathan was playing in the living room today, Paul and I noticed he kept periodically chewing on something, but it was so subtle that we thought since he had just finished luch, he was simply enjoying a piece of bagel. But then we noticed that after quite a while, he was still chewing on it.  I did the Mom Swoop… where I pinched Nathan’s cheeks together to get his mouth to open and stuck my index finger inside his mouth with a swooping motion.

You won’t believe what I pulled out.

IT WAS A WAD OF CAT FUR.

Turbo’s fur, to be exact.

It was all mushy and soggy and had been chewed and mashed into this clump of sopping wet yuckiness and was was the yuckiest thing in all of the land.

Seriously, the kid was chewing it like it was gum. GUM. Tucked into the side of his cheek to be released for a good chomp every few minutes.  I don’t even know where he found the wad of cat fur… I vacuum thoroughly every single morning.

Oh how I dread to see what else he manages to chew on before he reaches the age of ten.

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