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