Mom went back to work early last week and some cats are still angry about that. Hey, you three with your backs turned on Mom. Do you want to keep eating with a roof over your heads or not? We’re all doing what we’ve got to do.
Yes, we are, Dad. We sure are!
As for Quint’s thoughts on the matter, well, we think y’all know where he was.
Good boy Quint took up chewing on toys after our discussion on glitter eating last month.
But, it was pretty, Dad! And crunchy.
What we found in the litter box was anything but pretty, young man. No one needs sparkly poop. Crunchy is for kibble only.
And these feathers. They’re crunchy but not like glitter-crunchy.
Give it a rest, son.
All our holiday decor is packed away, including glittery things which, thankfully, we have less and less of every year. Not because an orange and white boy eats them (Pia’s guilty, too), but because glitter seems to have lost its appeal around here. And not a moment too soon, Mom chimes in. Who still invites glitter over for the holidays? C’mon, we’re looking for a show of hands here.
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On Christmas morning, we opened the scratcher we saved for and bought for the Colehaus Cats. They had one similar to this about eight years ago and we were thrilled to see that the price hadn’t gone up as much as we’d feared since then. Perhaps as expected, Tessa was ALL OVER the scratcher once it was out of the box and wasted no time whatsoever using it as intended.
Viola however, wasted NO TIME getting into her favorite gift – The Box (gee, could have saved fifty bucks right there), and in fact, did scratch the inside bottom a little. We saved the box just for her and Tessa, well oddly, she’s the only one thus far laying claim to the scratcher. Neither Quint or Pia seem to care. We think they’ll come around to the wonders of cardboard scratchy-ness before long.