Goodie Bag Blues

The humans went to this thing called the Lint Roller Party, which benefits the Los Angeles programs of the Best Friends Animal Society. They went a couple of years ago and I remembered the cool goodie bag they came home with.

I should have known something was up when my human walked through the door with this big picture.

She won it at the silent auction. It’s a limited edition print called “Table Manners” by artist Braldt Bralds. She thought it did a good job of capturing the “true essence of kitties” — in other words, the fact that, in human terms, we have no table manners.

Of course, I didn’t care much about the picture — I live that scene every day. I wanted the goodie bag. So my human brought it out for me.

I couldn’t wait to get inside it. But something was up.

It was all dog stuff! Ick!

I kept looking and looking for cat goodies and couldn’t find any. If you take a peek in the background, you can see what Binga thought of the whole thing.

It was thoroughly disgusting. There was even a bird treat! Where was the cat stuff?

Finally I found something. A small bag of catnip. Binga and Boodie pounced on it immediately.

 

So out of the whole “goodie” bag, there were only a few things we wound up keeping. We had to hang onto the squeaky toy because Binga drooled on it. All the other stuff is getting donated, since the dog got her own goodie bag.

Between the scanty pickings and a bad catnip buzz, Binga was in a lousy mood. She was slapping everybody and creating scenes.

Fortunately, the un-goodie bag contained a remedy.