The Cat Who Destroyed Stonehenge

A friend of my human’s went to some place in England I’ve never heard of called Stonehenge. She told him to bring her back something, so he did:

I really don’t understand what’s so special about Stonehenge if anyone can just build it themselves. Seems pretty dumb to travel across a whole ocean to see it.

Anyhow, my human immediately got down to business and put together her own personal Stonehenge. At first she set it by the doors to the backyard so the rays of sunrise and sunset would hit it just the right way. Actually, she had no idea what she was doing.

Whatever. Binga tried to eat the Heelstone. My human had to fish it out of her mouth.

She got really huffy about this. Binga, after all, is over 3 years old, so she should have known better.

In the end, my human thought it would be a better idea to set up Stonehenge in the bay window of her office, even if the window does face the wrong way and it doesn’t get any direct sunlight at all.

I had to agree with Binga — the Heelstone was the most interesting part. I couldn’t resist touching it.

Unfortunately the whole thing started falling apart. I don’t know how these Stonehenges get to be 5,000 years old. They seem like pretty fragile things.

After thinking about it for a while, I’ve come to the conclusion that Stonehenge is really a cat toy, and the big one that my human’s friend visited was built as a cat toy for the Egyptian Goddess Bast. This just shows that the earth is magnetically connected in some very mysterious ways.