Chica likes playing with my electric razor, which I really don’t use because I shave with a blade.

Actually, I think she has a love/hate relationship with the machine because she seems to want to discipline it with vigorous swats when I turn it on and put it on the floor.  I think the hair between her paw pads, which is fairly long, also gets a trim when she touches the razor before giving it a good pounding.

I’m not sure how to interpret her striking attitude toward razor except maybe there’s a little anti-luddite reproach happening?