Dreds: they're what's for dinner.
Backstory: our cat Newpimp likes to sit on the sofa behind my husband and groom him. My husband has to cover his head with a blanket to get him to stop.
One day my husband decided to chop off his dreds, and I thought it would be funny to arrange them in a bowl with a garnish. Newps was outside, and I suggested he put the bowl in front of Newps and see what happened. Newps came over and started to groom the dreds.
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