Ursula’s youngest cat Angus came with a bag of toys and Fancy Feast. Since Ben can’t have Fancy Feast and neither one showed any interest in the toys, the gift bag came home with me.
And it’s been a big hit. Sami and Emily love the collapsible cat-cave thing, Smokey and Winston are all about the balls, little mousies, and all seven of them love Fancy Feast.
Emily even started carrying the mini-cat-wand that was in the bag around with her – I think she wants a baby or something the way she carts that thing around. Well, that and beanie baby-ish stuffed animals. Emily has maternity issues.
And thinking of issues…I come to Marv and the Bag.
Marv, you see, is the Alpha Male Cat of the house (Or as he sees it, the Lord and Master and Rightful King of All Cats and Humans in the House). And the toys and food came in a nice little gift bag.
The two came into some form of conflict, because before I know it, I heard a tearing noise and Marv was hauling ass all over the house with a chunk of the bag attached to him like cape. Which freaked him out in all kinds of ways since HE COULDN’T ESCAPE IT.
Best I can tell he got curious about the bag, stuck his head in the bag through the handle and when he couldn’t get out, he panicked. Bag ripped and he ran.
After rescuing him from the evil remains of the bag, I think he’s gained a new respect for the wicked and willy wild gift bag.
And I have a memory that rivals some of the adventures in Two Lumps.
 And if you DON’T read Two Lumps, do so from the beginning. It’s totally worth it. Plus I know Ursula lived March 26th’s comic this past week….