Gross.

Yeah, definitely just walked in on Theodore prone position, face on the ground biting the kitchen floor. Literally scraping his teeth back and forth. The floor the dog just peed across last night, mind you I cleaned it up, but still. The floor that is the main thorough fare through our house from outside. The floor the cats walk on after they use the litter box. THAT is what he chooses to chew on. Not the fun toys that light up or sing or have special chewy textures. No. The dirty vinyl kitchen tiles. 

*shivers* 

I want to go wash out my mouth now and it wasn't any where near that floor. 

Oh well, it builds immunity and character, right?