Also, Katie chews on damn near everything. Including my glasses and James' glasses as well.
So James calls me today.
Me: Hey sweetie, how are you?
James: Umm... your cat is in the living room chewing on something that looks suspiciously like your contraceptive.
Luckily the contraceptive in question was an old NuvaRing that I had actually thought to myself "wow, I bet Katie would have a ball with this" and then in a moment of complete idiocy, left in the tub. Once we ascertained that we had no reason to panic on the birth control front, we laughed for about five minutes.