Kitty
One of my Christmas gifts last year was a cat to call my own, ironically made out of the material used for most catscratchers. There's an element of cosmic vengeance to it.
It's actually a lovely piece of design, with each section slotting perfectly into the next and a solid sense of heft to the finished product. I have given it the traditional perching place of the domestic cat, and it waits by the front door to either welcome me home or attack my ankles with its cardboard claws... again, as is traditional for its ostensible species.
It's actually a lovely piece of design, with each section slotting perfectly into the next and a solid sense of heft to the finished product. I have given it the traditional perching place of the domestic cat, and it waits by the front door to either welcome me home or attack my ankles with its cardboard claws... again, as is traditional for its ostensible species.
posted by Blandwagon at 4:43 PM
2 Comments:
Very nice, but it is missing something. I will send you a construction kit of a puddle of half digested cat food, which you can put in the middle of your living room or on your kitchen table. Just to add some more realism.
Thanks Bart, but I can produce my own puddle of half-digested food. Best of all, the construction kit is just a bottle of vodka!
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