Al & I are such good parents that we spoil our furry children endlessly at Christmas time.
Okay so last year we totally forgot to do Christmas for them! But this year we wanted to make up for it in full. So we went to Doggy Heaven (aka Pet's Mart) to shop for Dozer and of course we found the smallest bone possible for our little boy:
He wasn't quite sure what to do at first. His usual routine is to take the bone in his mouth and roam around the house until he finds a good hiding place (like the corner of a room in plain site) at which point he attempts to bury it by digging an imaginary hole in the carpet, dropping the bone in it, and then using his nose to push the imaginary dirt to cover it up.
But this bone wasn't exactly cooperating like the others. He tried to go bury it in the bedroom, but got stuck walking down the hall, he couldn't figure out how to turn his head so the bone would stop putting dents in our walls!
After Al & I were able to pick ourselves up of the floor & dry our eyes, we decided that we had put him through enough torture, not to mention our walls, So we helped him take his gift back to his bed.
Where he just sat staring at it for the rest of the night. It wasn't until a few days later that we figured out he would not chew on it unless we held the bone upright for him. Which of course we do.
We also went shopping for our two kitties. Hmmm, what would be the best present that would show our babies how much we love them?
Get them high!
Yep, we bought Boomhower and Smokey some Kitty Marijuana. That's what kind of parents we are, only the best for our kitties! We also got them a psychedelic kitty tube to roll in while they were tripping.
At first I just held the catnip in my hand, but soon it was all over the floor and inside the tube. Smokey was rolling around covering himself in it! He couldn't get enough!
Boomhower was more interested in the tube looking thing, he liked taking things slow and enjoying the feeling of euphoria while Smokey went nuts on the rug!
So after they had burned enough brain cells, it was time to take the magic kitty weed away and clean up the mess! I put the the goods back in the baggy and placed it up on the counter while I vacuumed the rug. After cleaning up the front room (in an apron of course) I went to get myself a bowl of cereal from the kitchen where I found this:
We created an addict!
Smokey had found the stash and tried to make a getaway with it. You can see the crazy kitty chew marks from his attempt to open the bag.
The Kitty Pot was EVERYWHERE!
Of course Smokey had run off and was nowhere to be found. I heard that denial is the first stage of becoming a drug addict. And since this incident, Smokey hasn't been the same. He's been talking back, his eyes are always bloodshot, he's been skipping school and sleeping all day. I even caught him stealing some cash from Al's wallet! I think we created a monster.
Anyone know of a good Kitty Rehab center?
1 year ago