Gift or No Gift?

I call Valentine’s Day the “Holiday of NO.” For example: apparently roses aren’t lunch.

My human tried to make me feel better by bringing home a “gift” just for me. I get the feeling that this gift was really a free sample from the pet store. And I’m not overly impressed with the flavor. “Green pea and duck” my eye!

 

Then she came home with something that I thought was especially for me — a kitty-sized laptop computer.

 

But then I found out it wasn’t for me at all — she just needed something small that ran “windows.” I don’t get it. Don’t all computers have a window? How else do you see the internet?

 

So anyhow, my office has been torn apart once again. That office organizer came by and made my human “start from scratch” (she should have asked me to do that — scratching is my specialty!). First she got a whole bunch of boxes together. That part was the most fun.

But then, she filled all the boxes with her dumb, useless files.

Binga didn’t care. She liked having all the open desk space.

So after a few days of this messing around, a box came in the mail. I wondered if maybe it was a belated Valentine’s Day gift for me.

 

It turned out to be a whole bunch of pieces of wood. Plus instructions.

 

After I saw those instructions, I figured these pieces would be sitting in the living room for some time and decided to occupy myself with the box they came in. But much to my surprise, my human was actually able to put it together without a lot of confusion.

 

Apparently it’s some shelf thing for the printer and scanner… and cats.

I tried to be polite and not put dibs on the top shelf right away. Binga, who has no sense of common courtesy, immediately jumped on the scanner.

After that, I figured I’d better get my stake on the top shelf before she grabbed it permanently.

Besides, this is the best spot to play with the roll of calculator tape — and it’s that weird thing called “tax time” again, so I want to be in on the action.

»March 2009