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One of my previous cats, a Siamese who lived to age 22, was addicted to chew on any woolen fabric. I told a snobby acquaintance that was why I only wore polyester any more!
Morticia (the cat) also was insane for asparagus, and would steal it off the table even if steak-bones were on the same plate. And the camphor in lip-balm -- if I put on chapstick at bedtime, I would awaken to my lips being thoroughly licked.
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