Having said that, I thought I was safe yesterday, when I removed some tiny bags of tiny carrots (the kind you put in a lunchbox) and a bag of spinach from the refrigerator and put them on the counter in preparation for making soup. I went upstairs briefly, heard some odd noise coming from downstairs and called, "Ray! Ray!" When there was no response, I descended the stair. There was Ray in the front hall (he owns this area), tearing into one of the tiny bags of tiny carrots. There were carrots scattered everywhere. He must have swung his head after ripping open the bag, making a lovely, orange, eight-foot crescent moon on the rug.
I removed the bag from his teeth, collected the carrots, then offered him one (Yeah, I know I shouldn't have but I just had to see if this was vegetable that he actually liked). Ray curled his lips back, took the carrot gingerly in his teeth, and dropped in on the rug in the front hall. Definitely NOT a vegetarian.