We (don’t) have it in the bag?

As many of you know, cats in my house do not get treats. Once upon a time we did. But then my sister, Ethel, was diagnosed with food allergies and the treats stopped. Our moms cited the expense of the food, and fairness, as reasons for halting treat distribution. For a time they tried to pass off pieces of her allergen food as “special treats,” but we’re not stupid.

So you can imagine my surprise (and delight!) when I was contacted by Gwen, owner of The Sugar Ship (www.thesugarship.com), who felt deeply about our plight and wanted to send a tote of treats and toys just for us cats!! Not knowing necessary details (like my address), I referred Gwen to Little Mom.

The postal carrier (and arch nemesis of Eggnog-y Nogg) delivered the package while my moms were at work. I sat by the door all day in anticipation.

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My moms would want me to ask you to please excuse the dirty windows. Cleaning day is two days away. I really hate cleaning day.

Little Mom brought in the package, sat it on the desk, and walked away. Cruel. I took the opportunity to give the package a preliminary inspection.

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Strangely, I did not smell any of my favorite familiar seafood scents. Hmm.

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This isn’t looking [or, rather, smelling] good.

Finally Little Mom returned to open the package. Inside was a tote with a picture of… a dog? And a card addressed to… Little Mom? Hold on a second! A closer sniff still did not produce seafood smells. Something’s not right.

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Soon LOUD Mom joined Little Mom. They removed the tote and read the card, both commenting on how kind it was – while completely ignoring me. Has everyone forgotten that this is MY blog?!

As they started taking things out of the tote and setting them out to get a good look, I watched hoping my fears would be proven wrong.

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They oohed and aahed over the fancy chocolate, honey cinnamon almonds, cajun pretzels, and other goodies — all treats for them, NOT me. A rope toy and stuffed duck looked like strange cat toys. Then I saw a tennis ball… and I knew. Walter LOVES tennis balls.

Those weren’t cat toys at all! They were for the furry beasts!!!

LOUD Mom called the beasts in and started showing them the toys. Eggnog squealed with excitement. I felt the knife twist. Holding up gourmet apple and chicken treats, all three beasts sat in anticipation. I could take no more.

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Thankfully Steve joined me to investigate. He gave the toys a sniff, then laid down beside them declaring the entire bounty his. I reminded Steve that he cannot eat chocolate, nor does he fetch balls. He blinked at me and licked his paw in utter indifference.

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How did Steve not get it? We’d been hoodwinked by our own moms!!! Of course I don’t blame Gwen from The Sugar Ship, she was simply following Little Mom’s instructions. I’m sure Little Mom gave some sad story about Ethel and her allergies.

When both moms and the beasts went to enjoy what should have been mine, I was left alone with my thoughts – plus an empty box, a tote bag, and, of course, Steve.

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I eavesdropped as they had a lengthy conversation about being small in a sizeist world.

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Must be nice to get to enjoy such lavish treats. And this is just a small selection of the treats my moms received!

Then it dawned on me – we hadn’t been excluded at all! How could I have not seen that the box was meant for me?! I LOVE boxes. They’re the best!

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Steve crawled into the tote and said it was the coziest, most comfortable bag he’d ever had the pleasure to inhabit. All was not lost!! Many thanks to Gwen and The Sugar Ship!

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Looks like this turned out to be a win-win-win. One thing I did learn from the experience, however, is the importance of knowing one’s address. Thankfully for me, it’s written right on the box! Next time someone inquires about sending me treats, I’ll be ready. In the meantime, I’m going to enjoy my new box!


[And if you have any canine or feline loved ones, please check out The Sugar Ship’s site for great gift totes like the one we received. They’re even running a sale right now!! I don’t know why that’s exciting, but I know that Little Mom loves a “good sale,” so I figure that must be important information to share. Plus, The Sugar Ship donates a portion of their proceeds to pet adoption organizations like where Steve and I came from. How great is that?!]

44 thoughts on “We (don’t) have it in the bag?

  1. Aww, Carol! Your brand-new shiny box looks like a wonderful fit! Wrah-Wrah and I are happy to know that the situation turned out to be a win-win-win. =)

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  2. Bet I know what would have made this new box and tote even better, although they are very snazzy as is…some crinkling, crackling tissue paper to bounce on and shred. My grand-kitty Kiki thinks tissue is one of the best parts of receiving surprises in the mail. Thanks for including the information about ordering Carol, I’m going to check this place out.
    Deb

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    • Guess what, Deb… the box came with pretty red tissue paper, too! You can’t see it, but I’m sitting in it in the box. It really was the perfect present 🙂 Now I need my moms to start learning how to make Zendoodles so they can decorate it for me!

      Kiki sounds like a lot of fun! Thanks for visiting!!

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  3. Several thoughts: a)1) I’m so glad it turned out to be a win-win-win situation; b)2) you guys are too stinking cute (yes, even the furry beasts!); c)3) Jacques is jealous of your bounty and so I must now go shopping at the Sugar Ship.

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  4. Once you got all that doggy and human stuff out of YOUR box and bag, it turned into a pretty darn good present after all didn’t it…….just goes to show – never judge a box by its’ cover (or something like that anyway).

    Hugs, Sammy

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    • That makes me feel better to know we’re not the only cats that don’t get treats! I’m going to have to look into this cat grass thing. That sounds like something my sister Violet would like. She’s always chewing on moms’ plants!!

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  5. That is one fine looking box! And Steve looks good in the tote, too. So what if the furry ones got the edibles – you will have your box a lot longer. And now, you are prepared with information, too!

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  6. Your cats have beautiful eyes, filled with curiosity and wonder OR…..trouble. 😉
    I love cats. Someone told me that all cats used to be monks in their previous lives, because they are so good at meditating (thinking about what they are going to do next)..

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    • Thank you for the compliment! I’m an angel, but my brother Steve definitely is trouble. When he’s not napping, that is. He tends toward the lazy side. Or maybe he’s meditating 🙂

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  7. Sowry yous al didn’t get any tweats. Have yous twied fureeze dwied? They be only one ingwedient and so yous can choose one dat not be on da allergy list.

    Luv ya’

    Dezi and Lexi

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  8. Carol, I am glad you enjoyed the cardboard box, and Steve looks very comfortable in that tote bag. Frankly, I find cardboard boxes utterly terrifying.
    The Lady used to have a cat, and She says one thing that is nice about cats is that She didn’t have to spend a lot of money on toys. She says her cat was happy to play with a paper bag or a piece of string. I, on the other hand, seem to require store-bought toys.

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