So-Called Gifts
It was business as usual around here. Binga kept commandeering the cat tree.
I looked out the dining room window in search of excitement.
We all spent a lot of time sunning.
My human brought home some new treats.
But the monotony was broken with the appearance of the dreaded suitcase. Boodie, clueless as always, decided it was a cat bed.
Unnervingly, my human told me that she had brought us gifts from where ever she went to. I cautiously looked inside the suitcase, but I couldn’t figure out what was in the box.






She unpacked it and took it upstairs so I could check it out.
Then she put a battery in it and it spun around on the floor in an attempt to attack me! Fine gift. Not.






But there was another gift in the suitcase too. Binga found it before anyone else did. My human said Binga was playing with it wrong, and that it wasn’t edible.






So she let me play with it for a while, but I have to disgree. I think it tastes just fine. It’s stupid anyhow, a human trying to tell a cat how to play.






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