Tibbles goes nuts.

The old guy sure does eat some weird stuff.  Last night, he was in his usual position--stretched out in his favorite chair, watching TV and munching on a can of mixed nuts.  He tossed a couple at me, but there's no way I'm going to swallow those things.  They taste kinda salty and are really hard to hold in my paws, but I did have fun playing with them.  Rod says he should have called me Dizzy, after some jazz trumpet player who used to sing, "Salt peanuts, salt peanuts!", instead of Tibbles.