My human finally brought home a decent toy - it's called an "Alpine Scratcher." It's not nearly as cool as a real cat tree, of course, but it'll do for now. Frankly I'm beginning to think my human's kind of cheap - she has yet to bring home any cat item that costs more than fifteen dollars. But whenever I try to complain about this, she points out that as a purebred Somali cat, it wasn't exactly cheap to bring me home in the first place.

The Alpine Scratcher is supposed to belong to all of us. Binga, naturally, has tried to commandeer it. The corrugated scratching surface has catnip scent on it, which makes her even more cranky and possessive than usual. Binga makes a poor drunk.

I find the catnip interesting, but not particularly special (I'm told grown-up cats like it better than kittens). What's far more exciting to me is the cutout in the side with the dangling toy. That's really fun.

As usual, Boodie only gets to play with the Scratcher after Binga and I are done.

This is the second Alpine Scratcher my human has bought. The first one came and went before I was around - she had it when Binga was a kitten. Believe it or not, Binga was small enough to crawl in the hole! Apparently the first one got trashed by a neighborhood cat who had a real catnip jones. He used to come over, drool all over it and eventually it fell apart. That was at my human's old house.

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