Or well my son does.
Somehow almost 2 years ago, we went to the pet store, to get my son a corn snake. The pet store was out and only had boas. Mama did not want a boa... So my son asked about the kitties in the front of the pet store. "Your dad will NOT let you get a kitty" I said to my son... No sooner than the words came out of my mouth, my husband called from work. Son asked if he could have a kitten and daddy said he did not care. WHAT?!
So that afternoon we looked in the paper at the many ads for "Free kittens". One person was offering a jackson certificate to go towards spaying. I told the boy he had to pay for all the supplies, first vet visits and getting kitty fixed. He was more than willing to spend all his money on a new furry friend. We went to look at kittens in this little old man's home, and there was the CUTEST fuzzy little white and brown long haired siamese looking kitten. Blue eyes, and we were all instantly in love with him, so he came home and was named Snowball.
So snowball has become OBSESSED with soda pop lids. He likes to play with them. You can put cat toys all over the house, and he will ignore them and go for a pop lid. He will play with them and play with them until they finally end up under the stove. Then he will sit at the stove, paw flicking around, meowing for someone to help him get it out.
He has gotten so crazy with his obsession now, that if he so much as HEARS a soda bottle open, he's there, watching, waiting for you to drop it. He will even go over to closed soda bottles wishing he had thumbs, trying to open the bottle. I have had many a soda gone flat, due to snowball, knocking it over to get the lid. Damn cat.
So the other day, he was more obsessed than normal with what was under the stove, so hubby went under there and started to fish some out with a long pole... One sweep brought out about 10, another sweep, another 10 or so. Finally we decided to pull the stove out, and just get them all... This is what we found.
Somehow almost 2 years ago, we went to the pet store, to get my son a corn snake. The pet store was out and only had boas. Mama did not want a boa... So my son asked about the kitties in the front of the pet store. "Your dad will NOT let you get a kitty" I said to my son... No sooner than the words came out of my mouth, my husband called from work. Son asked if he could have a kitten and daddy said he did not care. WHAT?!
So that afternoon we looked in the paper at the many ads for "Free kittens". One person was offering a jackson certificate to go towards spaying. I told the boy he had to pay for all the supplies, first vet visits and getting kitty fixed. He was more than willing to spend all his money on a new furry friend. We went to look at kittens in this little old man's home, and there was the CUTEST fuzzy little white and brown long haired siamese looking kitten. Blue eyes, and we were all instantly in love with him, so he came home and was named Snowball.
So snowball has become OBSESSED with soda pop lids. He likes to play with them. You can put cat toys all over the house, and he will ignore them and go for a pop lid. He will play with them and play with them until they finally end up under the stove. Then he will sit at the stove, paw flicking around, meowing for someone to help him get it out.
He has gotten so crazy with his obsession now, that if he so much as HEARS a soda bottle open, he's there, watching, waiting for you to drop it. He will even go over to closed soda bottles wishing he had thumbs, trying to open the bottle. I have had many a soda gone flat, due to snowball, knocking it over to get the lid. Damn cat.
So the other day, he was more obsessed than normal with what was under the stove, so hubby went under there and started to fish some out with a long pole... One sweep brought out about 10, another sweep, another 10 or so. Finally we decided to pull the stove out, and just get them all... This is what we found.
My count, says there are 100 lids (and other odd objects)
Among pop lids, his favorite, we found a plastic fork, A-1 steak sauce lids, milk lids, marbles, a bitten atomic fire ball, 2 ranch dressing lids, a push pin, and a plastic pumpkin. Oh that silly silly cat.
Oh and Snowball is not mistaken, he is Bailey's cat. He knows when it is bedtime, and he will sit in Baileys bed, waiting for him to come in there. He sucks on his "mommy dog" toy, purrs and sleeps in there until Bailey has fallen asleep, then he gets up and either bothers us, or plays with the other cats. He's a wonderful addition to our family and I am very thankful that daddy said yes, even though, had I been able to talk to him first, I would have prompted him to say no.
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