For my daughters birthday one year, several years ago, one of her friends decides that Sarah needed a cat for her birthday.

I was like noway!  There is noway we are bringing a cat into this house!

So marshmallow came home one day…

The cat that my daughter would affectionally call, Marshmallow was not gotten from a pet store or even the pound, it was a flee bitten barn cat. Yes flee bitten because it had flees.

But Sarah loved this thing and yes we got rid of the flees and it slept with Sarah, it was her baby.

This cat developed a strange habit, it liked to eat nerf bullets. You know the rubber tipped foam bullets, well she would eat the top part off of them.

We have 5 kids in total and 2 boys who at this point loved nothing more than shooting anything moving with these seemingly harmless soft Nerf bullets ...