Like an idiot I bought a set of balls at the Dollar Tree with a bell inside them. They are hard plastic, so they make noise on hardwood floors, all on their own. But when you add the jingle bell inside, it’s annoying beyond comprehension.
I have taken them away and hidden them several times, but Tim is very good at hide and seek. I think I’m going to have to just throw them away.
I’m so cheap that it bothers me to throw away a $1 cat toy. Actually 50 cents. There were two balls in each package.
I need to just to it. I can’t get the bell out without ruining the toy. I had hoped at one point to do that. But it’s not possible without a great deal more effort than a 50 cent toy is worth.
WHY do cat toys have bells? It’s a terrible noise. Terrible.
Whenever I have more than one cat, I always end up with a favorite. It’s nearly always the one I’ve had longest. In fact, I think it’s ALWAYS is? I can’t think of an exception.
Anyway, despite only being with me a few months, Bijou, Her Calico Highness, is my favorite. And I feel really bad about it.
Because on all metrics except possibly pure beauty, Rebel Tim is probably more lovable. He’s never the one who growls or spits. Although to be fair, Bijou was universally cheerful and sweet until the arrival the Rebel Tim, so.
But I got Tim for Bijou. I feel like he belongs to her. I just take care of him for her, because she’s royalty and cannot be expected to manage his needs. What’s more, I’m pretty sure Her Calico Highness knows that Tim is hers. He is naturally oblivious. He just loves her. And me. Probably equally because he’s that sweet.
Anyway, it’s not like I don’t love Tim. But I have a preference for Her Calico Highness.
I am glad I never had kids. I imagine I would have had a favorite and that would be awful.
So anyway. This has been the confession of Sara, guilty cat lover.
My underwear has recently taken a dive in structural integrity. It’s old, but it has suddenly developed a lot of frayed threads and even holes.
This is distressing because these underwear, which I particularly like, are no longer made. Which is a thing in women’s fashion. Apparently, it’s IMPOSSIBLE to make the same thing for more than 5 years. Even if it’s just bland boring underwear. It’s illegal or something?
Anyway – this morning it has become clear: the death of my underwear is being pushed along by interactions with Rebel Tim, the kitten. Who at this moment is in a such a desperate tangle with a pair of underwear that I’m fairly sure I might have rescue him or, more probably, the underwear. Claws and teeth are not friends to old thin cotton.
I should get up and save that underwear, but honestly, he’s so adorable in his underwear wrap that it’s hard to get behind stopping the behavior. Which is ANOTHER problem with kittens.