...clearly he has learned nothing

So about a month ago, my small trash cat Arthur Dent abruptly stopped eating and gave us all a scare: he normally vacuums up food and, sometimes, non-food items with glee. (When he was much smaller, he gnawed through a bag in the hopes of tasting bokashi bran.) We took him to our vets, they X-rayed him, and determined that he had eaten a whole mess of hair ties, a couple of shoelaces, and "a partridge in a pear tree."

He wound up needing to go under emergency so that the vet could get all his horrible treasures out of his stomach. They filled up about a quarter of a gallon freezer bag--my vet techs understand that we are exactly the kind of macabre weirdos who want to see all the things they extracted from our horrible kitten--which is pretty impressive, given that Dent is a very small cat to begin with and could probably fit in one of those freezer bags himself without much trouble.

Anyway. That was then, this is now, and surely the experience might teach him to be more careful about the things he puts in his mouth?

...apparently not, because I just looked across the room and found him puking up a small pile of novelty erasers. This is after I have spent the last couple of weeks hunting for kitty chew toys in the vain hope that I can entice him to put more appropriate things in his horrible little mouth--he clearly has opinions about juuuuust the right level of squish to firmness--but I think he swallowed most of them whole.

Goddammit. I think I officially have a pica cat.

Monster.