At night – just before he goes on his last prowl of the night – Henry likes to cuddle.  He snuggles down, often lying half on the keyboard, nestling his head in my or Lothar’s elbow.   No problem.  Until a few days ago. —

He came, he nestled, and ten minutes later my arm was dripping wet. Mhm… I changed my long slee- he caught ved blouse and fifteen minutes later it was Lothars turn to change his shirt.  We found it strange but thought little of it until we found his sleeping chushion completely soaked next morning (of course, a Sunday morning, what else?).  He was off his food and drank a lot and we kept watching.  I researched a bit and learned that he was too old to have teething troubles. I checked his mouth for foreign objects or an ulcer. Nothing.

He was okay the next morning and we were puzzled.

Until we saw him chasing, catching and chomping down on a golden-green beetle, a green rose chafer. I didn’t find any evidence that chafer beetles are poisonous but when he chews them, he  drools.

I keep forgetting that he is little more than a kitten and this is his first spring.  He still needs to learn a lot of things.