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So I was working on gloves for Ebay the other night. The new fingerless leather gloves I got recently have thinner leather than the previous set, so I've been having trouble with the rivets I use to attach the metal plates pulling through the holes in the gloves. I've had to experiment a bit to fix the problem. I've discovered that a small amount of felt on the inside of the glove helps a lot as well as applying a bit of superglue around the rivet if it looks like I have an escapee. So I had a q-tip with some superglue on one end sitting on my workspace as I did my work. And then Sonya came up to see what I was doing.
First she sniffed the glue end of the q-tip. That got a very dramatic (and comical from my point of view) reaction: she reared back in horror and had to open her mouth and stick her tongue out to get the smell out of her mouth and nose. I was actually a little afraid she was going to puke, which wouldn't have been quite so funny. But I figured I was now safe from having to worry about her going anywhere near the glue again. Even lab mice with teeny tiny brains learn not to touch things that give them negative stimulus.
I didn't quite count on Sonya, her apparently eentsy weentsy teeny tiny brain and her love of q-tips, though (she's one of those cats that digs through the bathroom trash _just_ to get at the used q-tips). A minute later, she tentatively reached out a paw and patted the other end of the q-tip. Nothing bit her, so she tried it again. And then she picked up the q-tip by the clean end in her mouth and ran away with it.
I chased after her, of course, since I didn't want to deal with the emergency vet visit and potential messy poisoning and death that would result from her playing with the Qtip of Death. But as I did, I reflected that sometimes I regret that she was spayed, since it seems a shame that her sweetness and industrial strength purr will never be passed on to future generations of cats. But at times like these, I think removing all of her vaguely suspicious bits was a very good thing indeed, because she's a perfect candidate for the Darwin Awards.
First she sniffed the glue end of the q-tip. That got a very dramatic (and comical from my point of view) reaction: she reared back in horror and had to open her mouth and stick her tongue out to get the smell out of her mouth and nose. I was actually a little afraid she was going to puke, which wouldn't have been quite so funny. But I figured I was now safe from having to worry about her going anywhere near the glue again. Even lab mice with teeny tiny brains learn not to touch things that give them negative stimulus.
I didn't quite count on Sonya, her apparently eentsy weentsy teeny tiny brain and her love of q-tips, though (she's one of those cats that digs through the bathroom trash _just_ to get at the used q-tips). A minute later, she tentatively reached out a paw and patted the other end of the q-tip. Nothing bit her, so she tried it again. And then she picked up the q-tip by the clean end in her mouth and ran away with it.
I chased after her, of course, since I didn't want to deal with the emergency vet visit and potential messy poisoning and death that would result from her playing with the Qtip of Death. But as I did, I reflected that sometimes I regret that she was spayed, since it seems a shame that her sweetness and industrial strength purr will never be passed on to future generations of cats. But at times like these, I think removing all of her vaguely suspicious bits was a very good thing indeed, because she's a perfect candidate for the Darwin Awards.
