He just proudly pranced into my office, holding in his jaw, a used coffee filter, filled with coffee grounds. Wet, dripping, coffee grounds.
He came over and dropped said coffee filter on my feet.
While my brain was trying to come up with a reason why he was doing this, he pawed at the coffee filter, breaking it open, so the coffee grounds spilled all over my feet and the floor around it, then gave a blissful sigh and began rolling in them, grinding them into his fur and my feet.
I don't have a clue if I should yell at him or medicate him.
Sometimes, Goten scares me, he really does.