I was awoken at 1:30 in the morning by the sound of K.C. playing. It sounded like she was having a grand old time batting something plastic around the bedroom. This was odd since we keep all of her toys downstairs. Wondering what she had gotten ahold of, I begrudgingly got up and flicked on the little flashlight I keep on my night table for midnight finger sticks.
Much to my surprise, I found K.C.’s fun new toy was this . . . . .
It’s the top of my pump reservoir - the part that snaps onto the insulin bottle when you fill it. After site changes, I immediately put the sharps in an old coffee can that is my personal sharps container. I don’t ever remember dropping one. Apparently I did, and K.C. was happy to claim it as her own.
Free cat toys . . . . just one more benefit of having diabetes.