I have a beautiful sleek black cat name Jade she is half Siamese and half whatever and way to smart for her own good. Unlike her sister, Pearl, she is not content to sit for hours on end basking in the sun or delighting in the fact that she can sleep all day. Jade is curious, sometimes to her own detriment.

Early on we realized that Jade loved hair rubber bands the same ones that were in fact my favorite. With in a few months of owning her I was out of all but one or two of my best rubber bands. Jade would find them and chew them to bits. Later we would find the pieces mixed in the throw up she left on the carpet. Obviously something had to be done.

The rubber bands started being placed in drawers, medicine cabinets, around water bottles and on my wrist. This worked very well, unless I forgot. So finely I had to break down and buy some more rubber bands. This time they lasted longer.

The amazing thing is that as time has passed it seems as though her body has adapted to the occasional rubber band. In my more careless moments I have left the bathroom door open, giving her access to my hair things, including rubber bands. And she will of course find the one that didn’t make it into the medicine cabinet and eat it. What amazes me now is that I don’t always find the throw up that use to accompany her rubber band consumption. I doubt whether this is a good thing.

Having Jade and Pearl have taught my husband and I that we must pick up after ourselves. Shoes must be left in the garage, Jade will eat the laces. Butter must always be put away, it is their favorite junk food, and rubber bands must always be hidden because Jade has expensive taste in chew toys and I run out of hair bands.