I posted here in the Attic early last month of picking up a new cat scratcher at PetSmart and the quick tale of a pretty young woman calling me “Sir”, one of my favorite of recent posts.
Well, Bella and the girls promptly ignored it, as promptly as promptly ignoring can be prompt at promptly ignoring.
Not a sniff or even a glance.
So that scratcher is now with Celie and headed down to the shelter for the cat room there while I have bought another in it’s place, this one with a perch spot.
It took all of about 5 minutes for Cricket, in her Cricket the Blind roomba kinda way, to bounce into it and wonder why I was being an asshole and messing with a blind cat with newly placed “furniture”.
But then … happy crazy cat lady guy moments