Teen to the cat: “Why are you chewing on knives???”
Me: *looks over to see Hazel gnawing on the knife handles sticking out of the knife block*
Hazel: *scurries away in seeming embarrassment at being caught, before I can get a picture*
UPDATE:
I’m informed by the teen — who woke up in the middle of the night last night and came down to the kitchen — that our cat Hazel does indeed spend the dark of night, hanging out in the kitchen, chewing on knife handles.
That cat is ominous.