Another day, another big box. I was all over it immediately. My human said, “It’s not for you,” but of course I ignored her.
There were four plastic canisters inside, and the contents were definitely intriguing. “It’s not for you,” my human said. Again.
Not for me, my eye! Those canisters are filled to the brim with sparkle ball cat toys! I hit the jackpot! This had to be the most amazing day ever.
Then my human explained that they were for the “swag bags” at the BlogPaws conference in a couple of weeks. She’s going to staple them to postcards promoting my new book, which is coming out in August.
She said she needs all of them. I don’t even get to keep one. Never mind the fact that I already have a bunch — you can never be too rich, too thin, or have too many sparkle balls.
Now I am disgusted with the whole thing. The least my human could have done was bought an extra canister just for me.
At least I get to keep the box.
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LOVE the third picture! Too cute! Maybe you will sell lots and lots of books and your mom will buy you a whole canister of sparkle balls!
She didn’t even let you keep ONE Sparkle ball? Sheesh – humans! But I’ll bet you anything you’ll have way more fun with the box anyway.
I bet you have one happy cat!
Oh honey, business is business and Mom needs to promote YOUR book!
She won’t even let you keep one?!
Helloooo… Sparkle Cat… SPARKLE Balls? Come on, of course they’re yours!
They are called SPARKLE balls for a reason! Geesh!
Oh come on, you have to be able to keep at least ONE for yourself!!!!
That really is too bad you didn’t get to keep a sparkle ball but after all that are to help sell your book. So then you really will be famous. But they would be fun to play with. Have a great day.
Play with it when they are sleeping!
Swag Bags? Meowza…just like at the Academy Awards and the Cannes Film Festival! We can’t wait! We is bringin’ mini swag bags, too…Sweet!
The BOX is the bestest part of all! You can rub all oFUR it… Hide inside it… Toys just end up under the couch and the refrigerator!
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