This morning when Nora got up, I fed her breakfast and set her on the couch while I went about organizing a few things around the house. I left the room for about two minutes, and when I returned, there she was, in the same place I'd left her, with both the television and cable box remotes in her lap, watching some Spanish political pundit on the news. The television had been off when I left. Recently she's been very fond of the remote controls. I'd like to think that she's noticed how much we have them in our hands and has attributed some importance to them, but I think it's really just the nice size and the way she can't fit it all the way into her mouth, so rather than bite on it, she can only rub her teeth against the plastic.
This is how I found her.
Looking guilty with the remotes.
Fish face with remote.