A/N: I don't own anything you recognize
"Just spit it out!" Hermione muttered, trying for the third time to get Crookshanks to spit out whatever it was he'd found to chew on. She was fairly certain it wasn't food and therefore he needed to stop chewing on it before he swallowed it and got himself into even more potential trouble. However, the cat was doing his very best to escape Hermione's clutches and continue to chew on his prize. Hermione finally managed to catch him when he jumped into his usual favorite chair.
"Gotcha!" she exclaimed, grabbing him and wrapping him in a soft blanket. He grumbled as she opened his mouth, looking inside. There wrapped around his teeth was the remains of what appeared to be an extendable ear.
"Now, see, that's what I've been telling you. You can't just eat things off the floor, or Daddy's desk. That's not even food," she stated, carefully taking it out of Crookshanks' mouth. He wiggled, trying to protest, but she held him tightly and gently, hushing his protests softly, trying to reassure him that she wasn't trying to hurt him.
"I'll get you something that tastes so much better than this," she promised the grumpy animal. Once she was sure she'd gotten it all, she set Crookshanks down, watched him follow her to the kitchen where she got down the bag of chewy squid treats Luna had sent her from her latest expedition. Crookshanks perked up at hearing the plastic bag rustle. His tail swished from side to side watching Hermione open the yellow bag with the squid on the front. He didn't know what a squid was, only that they were very tasty.
"See, now isn't that better, nice and chewy and doesn't taste like whatever this thing tasted like?" she asked. Crookshanks glared at her, let out an indignant sounding 'mrrow', and stalked off to find some other trouble to get into. Hermione threw the extendable ear into the rubbish and went to have a word with her husband about leaving his products out where her darling cat could find them.