I don’t know which one of the heathens did this or why, but this is the reason they shouldn’t have nice things.
Was submersion of their toy murderous intent, a punishing drowning while play-pretending CIA and terrorists (a more grotesque version of the childhood game of cops and robbers that they prefer)? Was the heathen imagining the toy as my head, playing off a festering revenge fantasy of me drowning because I yelled at them that one time for stopping in front of me as I descended the stairs between the first and second floors? Or am I overreacting? Was their intent good? Did they think their toy was thirsty or would grow in water like a seed? Were they innocently giving their toy a bath?
I’ll never understand the motivation of a domesticated cat, but I admit that speculating is both amusing and quite unsettling.
Any thoughts on the cat’s motive for this? Do you think this was a sweet or psychotic choice?
My life may depend on your answer.