Between the riot walk, a late start to the evening, and a shared bottle of wine, I was left with a pair of uncarved pumpkins from Halloween. These became a point of fascination for Atlas, who especially enjoyed chewing on the rough stems. I would be watching TV and hear him sneaking over, where he would mount them and gnaw away for a few seconds before jumping off and running away. For months I have been feeding him a spoonful of canned pumpkin with his food each day (for digestive assistance), so maybe he thought he'd hit some sort of smorgasbord.
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