Not Feeling the Love
The battle for the cat bed (that I’m not participating in) is still raging.
Now this fight to claim new office space is spreading out onto the desk. Binga thinks she should be allowed to hang out in one of the bottom drawers.
Meanwhile, my human has graciously offered to feed me in one of the middle drawers while she is working.
She also found a card that was supposed to be from Binga. She even made her sign it.
Binga gets away with murder around here. Then she puts on that cute and innocent act that fools no one.
I really dislike Valentine’s Day, as you can tell. There is nothing in it for us cats. My human’s boyfriend came home with a box of dark chocolate squares, and my human woke me up and forced me to pose with it.
Then she tried to make things better by offering me a Valentine’s Day-themed cat toy.
It was lame.
Even Binga didn’t want to pose with it, much less play with it.
But something kind of cool happened. We got this plastic box, and I didn’t know what to make of it at first. Then I realized that it was a kitty toy chest. So my human now has a place to put our toys so they won’t get lost.
I hope she buries that Valentine’s Day cat toy at the bottom and we never have to see it again.