Chewing & Not-Toys

It's almost like a fetish I tell you, and I'm not even teething anymore! I can just chew, chew, chew, and never get tired of it. When I was little, Mom, Dad and Sis didn't have a choice, because I had that excuse of "teething". Pencils, pens, sis' laptop charger, sis' mobile charger, sis' mobile, the carpet, mom's slippers and practically everything except my toys, I loved to chew on.

Even though I stopped chewing EVERYTHING eventually, I never got rid of the habit completely. I have this thing for stuff they deny me, especially sis' hair bands. That, and denim legs. *drools*.

I LOVE jeans, I always catch hold of visitors' jeans' legs and chew on it until they get bored of dragging me along while they walk. They find it endearing. I just think it's fun to watch you walk like that!

But more than denim, it's the rubber bands that get me going! I see one and I'm as good as a kleptomaniac in store without CCTV. My rubber band theft operation is better than the camouflage of chameleons! You'd never realize when and where I got the rubber band, but I'll be lying in a corner happily chewing on it, and the moment I sense you could be watching me, I just tuck the rubber band in my mouth and pretend as though nothing happened, with an innocent look to go with it. Of course, mom and sis have learned to see through me now, and I just give in when they spot me, but once in a way I like to put up a little fight and get them to chase me around the house to retrieve their belongings!!

It's fun to get them chase me, because I do decisive circles around the dining table, and since I'm a LOT closer to the ground than they are, I can see their legs, and where they're moving, and avoid them with perfect tactics. For a while. Actually, until they gang up on me and corner me.

Sigh, I love chewing on things I'm not supposed to chew.

WoOf!