Idle Ramblings of a Slightly Mad Man

We have a teabagger in the family.  She love a good teabag.  She does all she can to get a good teabag. 

All you perverts can get you minds out of the gutter now.  I was not making reference to that kind of teabagging.  I was talking about the new kitten we have.  She loves teabags.  Used or unused bags are playthings to her but her love is unused teabags.  She also likes to poke her head into my tea mugs or cups and drink my tea.  I would swear she has a little English in her.

Let me just tell you, my four loyal readers, I am a tea drinker.  I drink iced tea all day long.  I will consume a gallon of iced tea a day.  I drink hot tea too.  I love a good English Breakfast tea or an Irish Breakfast tea in the morning.  I enjoy a Darjeeling in the night.  I usually have about a dozen different types of tea in my kitchen at any one time. 

Knowing that my kitten loves teabags I have been very diligent in making sure that I promptly dispose of any used teabags and I usually keep all of my teas in sealed canisters for freshness.  The kitten is using her head.  Literally!  She is using her head to wedge off the lids to get to the teabags to bat them about the house.  I bought some Prince of Wales tea yesterday and I forgot to secure the box in the canister and as a result I found the box ripped open and the teabags all over the house this morning.  I have one bag left. 

Thankfully she does not mess with my loose tea.  That would be a huge mess to clean up.  And expensive too.