I could not come up with something to outdo last year’s Earth Day post, so I thought I would take a look back at Easter 2007. In a lot of ways, it was like most Easters around here — my human brings home junky, cheap Easter things from the drugstore and expects us cats to be amused by them. And we never are. Sometimes it’s pretty obvious that they aren’t even for us. Like, what am I going to do with a Hello Kitty marshmallow stick?
But this particular year, the Hello Kitty marshmallow stick was only the beginning. There was also this assortment of useless Easter miscellany that my human tried to pawn off as cat toys.
Once my human got the train set up and the battery installed (which took quite a bit longer than it should have), it was interesting for about 30 seconds. I think she expected me to whap it. I did not indulge her.
Even worse was this whatever-it-was, wind-up excavator with a bunny inside. What was I supposed to do with that?
But the thing I hated the absolute most was the plastic chicken that shot bubble gum eggs out of its butt.
Yes, my human did try to fill with cat treats, but she never could make it work right. And besides, it was creepy. I don’t think I would want to eat something that came out of this:
In fact, I think it kind of qualifies this post for House of Horrors, right, Fin?