I think Feline Smoot needs an intervention.
Mrs. Smoot went out and bought our cat these little sticks that contain catnip as a Christmas present. They were in a bag in our bedroom, along with a whole bunch of other Christmas-related bags. Normally we don't allow the cat to hang out in our room, but I apparently inadvertently left the door slightly ajar and he made himself at home.
Not only did he enjoy the comfort of our king-sized bed, but he also apparently detected the smell of the catnip and made it his mission to hunt through each of the bags until he located it. And the evidence suggested that he was quite successful in doing so, considering I found the sticks scattered all over the room, along with the remains of the plastic bag they came in.
For someone who has no opposable thumbs, he did a remarkable job of opening these things and flinging them all over the place. And I won't even mention the mess he made of the rest of the bags, which had contained non-cat related gifts.
Since the "cat was out of the bag," so to speak, we decided to just give the cat his Christmas present early. He is usually fairly rambunctious as it is, but now he has been running around the house, bonking into things, and looking unusually gleeful. And there have been times when he'll be rolling around on the floor, pausing for a moment to say, "Duuuuuuuuude" with his eyes all glassed over.
I'm gonna keep him away from the car keys for a while.
Friday, December 18, 2009
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