A thing about paper

I want to make it clear that, while I am the bigger and stronger kitten, my sister causes just as much trouble as I do.

Well, sometimes.

For instance, she has a thing about paper. Not that I have anything against paper - it's good to play with, particularly when it's big, crunched up pieces, or when it's blowing around and has to be stilled.

But my sister Joan likes to EAT paper.

A few days ago, the humans produced some more boxes with things inside, and an envelope that had - bizarrely - a thick folding piece of paper inside, which they stood up. Joan had to investigate, to see what it tasted like:

They stopped her doing that, so she turned her attention to a big envelope that had fallen on the floor. Floor items are for cats, by definition, right?

The humans watched her for a while, but when she started tearing pieces out of the envelope, one of the humans commented that it wouldn't be good for her - and took it away. 

She's pretty accepting of this kind of thing; after all, there are plenty of other toys around the house. 

In the evening, she noticed one of her favourite toys: a box with thin paper poking out, the kind of paper that tears easily. 

The humans don't like this kind of paper much - sometimes they pull one out and wipe it on their noses, then they just crunch it up and throw it away. 

They don't even play with it first. 

What a waste.  

Joan discovered a while ago that this kind of paper has a sort of magic inside. When one of the thin sheets is pulled out, another one pops up! She gets quite excited with so much paper and started pulling and pulling until one of the humans decided to stop her. Yet again. 

As you can see, I was simply a quiet spectator on these occasions.