Christmas is coming up, and that means I have to decide what
gift to buy for my cats this year. But it’s getting difficult, because my cats
already have a lot of stuff.
I’m obviously going to stuff their stocking with catnip,
treats, and cat toys, even though they already have lots of cat toys. Little
has been digging them up from all over the house lately – catnip mice, catnip other
things, a little tennis ball, a doorknob cover, a stuffed bunny, a big crinkly
monkey head, and numerous milk rings, just to name a few. Last year, for their big
gift I got them a Jackson Galaxy Crawl Tunnel, and Jim was so taken with the
persona of Jackson Galaxy that he hung the label up on the wall, where it has
become part of the décor.
I thought about getting my cats a new cat tree, but they don’t
really need a new cat tree. Their five-foot-tall cat tree is still in pretty
good shape, and they also have a two-foot-tall cat tree out on their catio, and
they also have a catio. They don’t need a feeder puzzle; they have one of
those, too.
They have two wand
toys; one still makes chirping noises, but the other just makes a sad burbling
sound occasionally that they seem to find no less fascinating. They also have
what I like to call the cat donut:
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| It has a plastic ball in it. |
I was going to get them a big new pet bed, but then I
remembered that they have a big body pillow upstairs that I gave to them after
I received it secondhand. I don’t know where I’d put a big new pet bed anyway. Besides,
my cats don’t even need a bed – they have my boobs.
When I went away on my retreat a couple of weekends ago, I
filled up the cat fountain and the sink with water as I usually do when I go
out of town for a couple of days. But, I must not have seated the plug right,
because all the water leaked out of the sink. The cats drank the fountain dry,
and pump overheated and melted a little bit. Being as cheap as I am, I tried to
buy a new pump on Amazon, but it didn’t fit. Rather than go risk going through
pump after pump in a never-ending cycle of stubborn DIY fixitiveness, I
decided, after much debate, to just buy a whole new fountain.
“You can call it their Christmas present this year,” Jim
said.
Thinking like that is exactly why I’m marrying him.
