Sparkle Gets S-P-A-Y-E-D!
My human finally brought home a decent toy—it’s called an “Alpine Scratcher.”
The Alpine Scratcher is supposed to belong to all of us. Binga, naturally, has tried to commandeer it. The corrugated scratching surface has catnip scent on it, which makes her even more cranky and possessive than usual. Binga makes a poor drunk.






I find the catnip interesting, but not particularly special (I’m told grown-up cats like it better than kittens). What’s far more exciting to me is the cutout in the side with the dangling toy. That’s really fun.









As usual, Boodie only gets to play with the Scratcher after Binga and I are done.
Apparently the first one got trashed by a neighborhood cat who had a real catnip jones. He used to come over, drool all over it and eventually it fell apart. That was at my human’s old house.
Although Binga and I are getting friendlier, I still haven’t warmed up to my human’s boyfriend. You really can’t blame me, though—for one thing he smells like that big, loud Sushi dog. For another thing, he works at a vet clinic. A couple times already, he’s stuffed me in that horrible cat carrier and taken me there. The latest time he took me, I got spayed and that was really no fun. Then, the day after I came home my human turned me every which way, trying to get a picture of my shaved stomach. That was rather annoying.
I thought about the spaying thing for a couple of days and decided that if I’m old enough to be spayed, I’m old enough for adult cat food. Besides, the Nutro Gourmet chunks taste way better than the plain old Nutro Max Kitten. You can even tell just by looking.
My human disagrees with this and insists I have to be a year old before I get the Gourmet chunks full time. I won’t be a year old ’til June—that’s so far away! But I am really starting to grow up. My hind legs are starting to fluff out, just like a grown-up Somali. Well, almost like a grown-up Somali.
Judging from the way Binga behaves, being a grown-up cat involves a certain amount of trouble making. Misbehaving and acts of minor vandalism are rewarded by lots of attention. So I’m working on that. My first real attempt was to knock over the Alpine Scratcher.
Binga explained that I was doing it all wrong, though—”You do it to the humans’ things, not your own toys!” Live and learn, I guess.
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