I have waited all morning for this and have been up at the window making it greasy with my sniffer and paws. I am first to the box and ride on top adding extra weight to the box. Momma swears at me, so I entice Flaire to join me and make it even more difficult. We laugh at her expense. Well. She hasn't been to the gym for some weeks now, it will do her good!
Gracie loves the green ties that hold our box together. She would rather play with those than anything else, but then, what's this? A free toy! Oh yeah. I thwak it once, that's my lot, then I run like a mad cat up and down the scratch post and out into the kitchen and back - the excitement is too much - I am exhausted already and sit patiently wondering if my Noms is in there. It's not? WHAT! YAWP! Where is my noms? It seems that I didn't need it in this order at all and all this stuff is for CatWomen. DOUBLE YAWP! That's it. I am going to sulk.
It all looks new too? This is all different. The brand has changed? Grain Free turkey kibble? Really, since when? The CatWomen eat Sanabelle normally or Porta 21. But someone in the family is like me - grain and dairy free - that will be Flaire then! She has her own food - I have mine and the CatWomen are now eating James Wellbeloved Turkey because Gracie won't eat chicken variety anymore and just walks off but this JWB stuff she really chows down on. She liked the Sanabelle one, but it had chicken and Flaire gets itchy on chicken too. Sigh. We are all a real pain where food is concerned.
This free toy is causing a stir. What fun watching the others run about and chase the feather toy. Trying to carry it away. Momma plays hide and seek with it and Flaire finds it every time, she is one smart kit that one! Nothing gets past her quick mind. I shall have to take her under my wing and put her into stealth training for grabbing food from plates and stuff like that. Although bin stealing is out of the question now that parentals changed it. They trialed one of these expensive bins that you wave your paw over and it opens on a whim. Oh yes, that lasted a day here. I was lowering Gracie in to retrieve a chicken carcass when we were caught out and I dropped her. I magically waved my paw over the sensor and hid her from view but her screams gave it away. She was SO mad at me and Momma said the bin was going back because 'I' couldn't be trusted. Pfft. You think you can out smart us cats but we are so much smarter than you will ever know.
As for Gracie, she is none the worse for ware. Grumbling that her whites are covered in tomato sauce from some sardine juice. That's alright honey. Snuggle up. Uncle Slinky wsh that off for you.