Came home from a writing session today with my friend Bernie to find that the cats (or "cat"--I'm pretty sure I know who the culprit is) had decided to drown one of their new Christmas toys in their water dish.
The toy is a cloth covered triangle with tufts of ribbons shooting out from each corner of the triangle. I'm not really sure what it's purpose it... I vaguely recall the plastic it came in saying something about being a tug of war piece. Well, the battle is over. The toy was soggy and floating face down when I spied it. Lucy sat innocently nearby.
"Why did you do this?" I asked. "If you don't like a gift, you politely break it on accident like Mommy and Daddy do with the stuff Daddy's relatives give us. You do NOT put it in your water dish to rot."
Lucy did receive one holiday gift she's pleased with. It's a colorful stuffed square of material that feels like a bean bag when you pick it up. You warm it in the microwave for 30 seconds and it's a warm mat for kitty to curl up on. Not that Lucy would know this. She hasn't moved her ample tushie off the mat since we opened it. Every time we move near the mat, she leaps on it to cover it up.
The floor guy (yes--progress is being made on the bathroom!) was here the other day and as he walked into the room instead of running as usual, Lucy curled tighter on her mat and glared at both of us.
"Oh for Pete's sake, no one's going to steal your mat," I told her. She gave me the evil eye and a follow-up look that said, "Move along."
Life with cats is never dull.