Loki realizes that golf balls don't taste as good as they look.
I woke up on Sunday with a bed full of golf balls. How did this happen? A pile of rawhide chews I can understand, because Loki the dog hides them everywhere, but how did Loki get these golf balls? Then I saw Bones the cat slink by. Aha!
Bones was briefly top pet -- until Loki joined the household. Bones is plotting ways to return to the top by taking advantage of Loki's love of chewing.
The golf balls are strays from the nearby golf course (some of the balls got pretty darned close to the house!) and sit in a corner on the counter, awaiting use as practice balls. Bones sits on the counter, pushing the balls over the edge, one by one. Bones thinks he has finally found a way to get rid of this usurper animal, who is staying with us for a while. Bones knows we may forgive Loki for chewing up toothbrushes, wood trim and even priceless family photographs, but golf balls? Never! (Sorry, Bones! Loki is forgiven again…But, Bones, I promise you extra head rubs. )
Catherine Sherman 