Cat Toys

Princess Lilly Squirt Stine is our very spoiled cat.  She was born March 23rd to Gavin's preschool teacher's cat.  Mrs. Williams mentioned her cat was in the family way and Gav was relentless asking if we could have one.  I'm a cat person, but David definitely is NOT.  I told Gav he had to convince his dad.  Suffice to say, Gav worked his magic and we brought Squirt home when she was eight weeks old. 

Squirt's a sweet little grey tiger kitty and I'm fairly certain she is equal parts cat, goat, and dog.  She listens as well as most cats (not at all).  She will eat dog food and dog bones if Alfie will share.  She will also chew through plastic, cardboard, and paper if she thinks there is a treat on the other side just like a goat.  She will eat lettuce, cake, and even mac and cheese (I'm guessing goats will eat these things; I know dogs will).  

Squirt is also not lacking in the toy department.  She has mice galore, even more balls and feathers to play with, plus two climbing things she prances around, over, and under.  She even has her own blanket and bed (something I would have liked after a certain seven year old invaded our bed during last night's storm).  I think she's living the good life, but apparently, she feels she needs more toys.

Squirt is pretty smart and figured out how to open my bathroom drawers.  She likes to climb through the bottom one and hide behind it in the cabinet to sleep.  I guess if I had two little boys always trying to pick me up when I'm sleeping, I might hide out as well.  Anyhow, she decided this week she just wasn't content with her toys, so she decided to find her own...  in the form of a tampon.  Yep, I kept them in the drawer she liked to hide behind.  (Notice the use of past tense.  They have a new home, thank you very much!)  And no, she wasn't content just batting them around the bathroom in their wrappers.  She figured out, with her goat like skills, how to unwrap them and then started hiding them in places like her bed or behind the toilet for me to find them.  LOVELY!

Being the smart owner I am, I moved the box.  Being the smarter cat, she had a secret stash hidden away and was just waiting to one up me.  How do I know?  Thursday, I heard a knock on the kitchen door.  There stood a delivery man with a much amused look on his face.  The dog and cat lounged in front of the door like they were going to attack at any minute, so I thought he was amused by them.  I opened the door and grabbed the package, just as he said, "Nice mice."  At that point I looked down and instantly turned red.  Yep, Squirt had decided to share her tampon toys with the dog and they each had one hanging out of their mouths.  Can you say horrified?!?  I don't think I will open the door for another delivery man again!

Krispy Kreme

We had to drop our cat off today to be declawed at the vet in Granger.  We use Morris Animal Hopsital - they rock!  When we went in for our presurgery appointment last week, the boys were quite traumatized, because they learned how they take animals' temps.  That sent the whole appointment spiraling out of control with lots of questions and such about why exactly the vet had to do THAT to their cat.  It was fun. NOT.  (For the record the vet was not helpful at all when I was trying to change the topic.  I think she enjoyed watching me squirm.  Oh, well.  I still like her because she is nice to my four legged babies and they love her even though she does THAT to them.) 

Anyhow, I decided yesterday to subconciously bribe the boys with Krispy Kreme.  The deal was if they were good after dropping Squirt off, we'd get doughnuts.  My idea was that the distraction of the doughnuts to come would distract them from discussing last week's appointment.  Why?  Because every time I mentioned the appointment, the vet, the cat's nails, you name it, they asked about taking the cat's temp and you can guess where that conversation went.  Thankfully, the distraction of yummy doughnut goodness did work!  They were little angels and enjoyed their doughnuts a lot. 

Now, I don't know if it was the excess sugar or what, but something got into Gav and he started talking to his doughnut like it was alive.  At one point, he asked it why it was starring at him.  Then, he told it he was sorry, because he had to bite it and it would hurt, but then it would be a doughnut amputee and that would be cool. I probably should worry about that kid a bit more than I do, but it is hard to worry when he'd making me laugh so hard I cry.