Before my human brought out our Christmas gifts on Tuesday morning, she thought it might be fun if she sprinkled them with a bit of silvervine. The only problem was, she accidentally went a little overboard and spilled a lot on them! Seriously they were reeking when she put them down for us.
We were so high on silvervine that we did not really care about the presents! Here I am, halfheartedly playing with the first gift we opened — one of those circular things with fuzzy mice spinning around.
Binga just wanted to go back and huff the wrapping paper.
The next gift was one of those elaborate things that requires a bunch of batteries and instructions. My human was so proud of herself because she actually had the batteries on hand. Never mind that she had them on hand because she had to make an emergency run to 7-Eleven at 11 PM on Christmas Eve.
Of course, the 7-Eleven batteries, along with being overpriced, did not work! I may never find out what this thing is supposed to do.
Not that I cared. I was so high on silvervine that I wound up making love to the armoire!
The last gift seemed like an afterthought. Cheap ping pong balls from the drug store? Really!
Binga couldn’t even be bothered to get up for them.
At least Boodie enjoyed herself.
Until the silvervine got to her too. So yeah, this was not the most impressive Christmas ever.