Catnip Crazed Sweetie!

It's Sweetnesday, and we are so CHUFFED to show off our prizes for attending Parsley's 9th Birthday Rave over at Bionic Basil's Blog!

Well now, lookie what we received!

This box was FULL of stuff!
And, trust us, that tissue paper will not go to waste; cats love to play with it so!

A toy to hang over the doorknob, two packs of sticky notes, a really cool metal cat (tail for holding correspondence), and feathery wand toy, and greetings from Basil and The B Team!

A very cool nip mat, more toys, a cat pen, a stretchy cat collar and a beautiful teal breakaway collar, and a stone bracelet for ME!

Sweetie got first crack at the goodies; just look at her reaction in the video below!

She wasn't having ANY of the collars, but we'll try again.

Da Boyz will get to peruse the balance of the swag, just as soon as they wake up from their afternoon naps.

Thank you, Parsley, and the rest of the B-Team!

Stoned

Chuck loves his new toy!  Fresh catnip, and it's a bitey, kicky toy.  And thanks to all who have wished for Chuck to feel better; look at him...he's sleek and beautiful, full of life and energy.  Except for a few mishaps here and there, he is doing well.  The Hubby and I are looking long-term with our approach to Chuck's intestinal woes.  ...as long as I turn on the light!... <slap forehead with hand>

Kill The Toy: Chuck

TailChaser Cat Nip Toy by Fat Cat

Chuck LOVES his old toy!  I found a current photo of what the tailchaser toy looks like, above.  Chuck chews on the tail, and bunny kicks the head!  Any human playing with him had better watch out; Chuck gets kind of bitey when he's chewing and kicking his toy!

We have three of these toys around the house, for Chuck's playing pleasure.  Pink, green and orange. However, the orange one (and the eldest toy by far) is missing about two inches of it's tail.  There is no doubt that Chuck ate it off long ago.  Back in the day, he used to chew through and eat anything remotely stringy.

Whisker Toy

Angel's new favorite toy...is one of her spent whiskers!  I put my finger on the fat end of it, and twirl it around inside the box.  Angel jumps at it, bats at it, tries to chew it, and seems to really enjoy herself.  When I stop moving it around, the cat settles back down and doesn't bother with it.  How weird it that!

Another spent whisker story: in one of my favorite books, "A Cat Named Darwin: How a Stray Cat Changed a Man into a Human Being" by William Jordan, the author fondly tells of a time that he narrowly avoided disaster when he chose to tickle Darwin's foot with a spent cat whisker.  The cat was sleeping, and the man tickled and poked at paw pads with only the whisker, until he suddenly found himself in a cat death grip, with front paws wrapped around his hand, back legs poised for arm evisceration, and mouth clamped on fingers.  Darwin the cat did not break the skin, but his posture meant business!  Quickly cooing and coaxing to convince the cat to let go, the author dropped that whisker and was released, but he learned a valuable lesson about tickling his sleeping cat!

Whaz dat on the floor?!?

???

Came home for lunch today, and this sight greeted me.  Oh noes!  Could it be?

I got closer, then closer still.  No smell, but it certainly looks like...

I sucked in a deep breath, and let it out.  The thing moved!  It rolled, actually.

Carefully, I reached out a hand...and grabbed it.  A whole pecan!  Where'd that come from?  Must have fallen from the table, knocked off by a cat paw, or a neglectful human.

Whew!