(Disclaimer: My grandma told me that I talk about my cat like he's my son. To that I say, until I have a baby, he is my kid! And I am not ashamed.)
My cat. He's crazy.
I'm not joking when I tell you that my period is his FAVORITE time of the month. That right there should tell you how weird he is. He loves it for 3 reasons:
All three of these products utilize types of paper in their packaging that make a very satisfying crinkly noise when crumpled, which brings him running to the bathroom every time. He particularly likes the little paper lining on the back of a pantyliner and will play fetch with it for hours. It is, by far, his favorite toy. I wouldn't mind this at all, but I end up with crumpled up pantyliner backings hidden in various places throughout the house for a week every month.
I've tried buying him real cat toys but anything without a string holds no interest for him, and anything with a string he eats! I even bought a laser pointer because he loves chasing shadows, and I figured it would be about the same concept (with less energy output from me, natch). He did love it the first 2 or 3 times we used it. Then he slid a little too fast around a corner on our hardwood floors, and slammed his side pretty hard into a bookshelf. Shortly after that he learned that he can't catch that little red dot, and has given up trying.
So, I will continue to allow him to play with the wrappers from my feminine hygiene products every month. His enthusiasm for "that time of the month" is sometimes the one thing that brings a smile to my face when AF defeats me yet again.