Panty Liner Soccer

I love watching the cats play.  Steve and Lola are batting something all over the kitchen floor.  They’re having so much fun.  Galloping to and fro – the epitome of feline friskiness.

I throw a glance their way – can’t quite make out what they’re playing with.  White and… pink??  What are they playing with?  It looks like a wad of toilet paper maybe?  Nope.  A paper towel?  Noooooope.

It’s a panty-liner that they’ve stolen from the upstairs bathroom waste basket.  It’s a panty liner that Steve is now carrying in his mouth.  Thankfully, it’s a panty liner that has been rolled onto itself, thereby trapping any residual… (insert inappropriately descriptive imagery here) in its centre.  And all I could think was this:  Thank God we flush tampons.