I have, correction, had one of those cat-tower-scratching-post-dangling-ball-takes-up-space-carpeted thingys. When I bought it I knew that Yen was not going to play with it. When I got it home, the look on her face said it all.
"You smokin' crack? I'm thirteen lady, not three. No way in hell am I going to move from my spot on the back of couch to bat at some rope ball thingy. By the way, thanks for the crocheted couch cover; things are much more comfy over here. How about you topping off the food bowl, umkay?"
On the other hand, I swore Madalynn would go ape-shit over this damn thing. I am talking about a cat that, on a daily basis, was impersonating Wylie E. Coyote slamming into the side of a cliff. Well, I was wrong. Oh, she sniffed it but that was about it. After some time I tried to give it away through one of those recycling websites. Several people nibbled but no one grabbed a hold of the worm.
Flash back to three weeks ago. Scooter was here for the weekend and had been playing with Madalynn. He came across the carpeted dust catcher.
"Do Madalynn and Yen play with this?"
"Nope."
"Man, I know that Shadow would love it." (Shadow is a cat at his mom's house)
"Really."
"I bet he would just tear it up. Can I have it?"
"I don't care but you have to ask your mom."
Flash forward to today. After exchanging a couple of emails, the CftBL, came by to get the thingy. And guess what? I was cordial to the bitch! I even laughed with her. I'm not even seething with anger as I write this post. I'm not saying that the next time I see her that I'm going to run up and give her a big ole kiss or anything. I'm not even going to become an email buddy with her. But I thought I deserved to give myself an atta-girl! I was nice!
Yeah me!!
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