I'm not one to buy Christmas presents for my pets, partly because the girls always do that and partly because I already spend gobs of money keeping them fed, healthy, and amused. (Justine asked only yesterday, "Why is it that we have such high maintenance animals?")
I was recently in Superpetz buying Champ a new, thicker leash (his razor sharp teeth having sliced his old one in two) when I saw a bin full of rawhide bones by the register that are as long as a cow's femur. They are evidently a Christmas impulse item since each was tied with a red bow. Champ loves rawhide bones and can devour an 11" one in about a week. I think they're the only reason he doesn't devour the furniture. So, on impulse, I bought him one. I'll save it for when Justine and I get back from Christmas in New York and we bail Champ out of the kennel. He'll be feeling sorry for himself about then.
Then I started feeling guilty because I didn't get Psycho anything. Damn you, Superpetz! I wasn't sure what to get him because he ignores treats of all sorts and gets bored with cat toys in about a minute and a half. Wandering through Superpetz, again, it occurred to me that when Psycho is in the house and not eating he loves to sleep in the guest bathroom sink or wedged behind a 40 lb bag of dog food in the pantry or on top of the closest pile of dirty laundry he can find. So I bought him a cat bed.
Once I got it home I worried that I'd flushed $15.99 down the drain and that he'd turn his nose up at it. After all cats are famous for not doing what you want them to do. Since Psycho doesn't have a clue as to what day it is, or when Christmas is, I put the bed in the kitchen this weekend and held my breath. I needn't have worried. He loves it! Psycho loves it!
[Psycho's fans can click on the photo.]
I bought him the smallest cat bed the store had, not because I'm cheap but because given his druthers Psycho prefers to sleep in the tightest space he can find. A "back to the womb" thing, maybe? Anyway, Psycho is happy and I finally got to wash the pile of sheets that he had been sleeping on.
Mr. Jones has claimed the IKEA Poang chair as his own.
It's covered with his fur.
He won't go near the cat bed. Perhaps I should wash the Tonk scent off of it.
Posted by: Allan | November 27, 2006 at 01:31 PM
Oh, he's so cute. Mr. Jones has taken over the IKEA chair in the living room. We're not going to be able to toss it in the washer, unfortunately.
Posted by: Alison | November 27, 2006 at 01:32 PM
See now, I wrote that comment, hit Post, and went to take a shower. I totally forgot about the word verification. Oops. So yeah, um, what Allan said.
Posted by: Alison | November 27, 2006 at 01:33 PM
My guys are the same way--the tighter the fit, the better it is. In Scooter's case, he's happiest if he's spilling out of whatever it is he's sleeping in. What looks incredibly uncomfortable to us, is heaven to him.
Posted by: Kathryn | November 27, 2006 at 01:40 PM
I know that cats like small items to sleep in but poor Psycho looks like he is about to pop out.
Posted by: Jo Ann | November 27, 2006 at 02:59 PM
Oh, happy Psycho! Great picture.
Posted by: Susan | November 27, 2006 at 08:28 PM
LOL Great photo :) He looks so happy in there. Yayyy for Psycho!
(We've got 4 beds and various furry mats for the cats. They still sleep on the furniture too. Can't win. )
Posted by: Carrie | November 29, 2006 at 11:38 PM