I was at Big Lots looking for a specific piece of furniture for a client – sometimes my work takes me in interesting directions. No luck on the furniture, but I did buy some Trendy Tops – the best invention ever for those of us with long torsos. And I bought something else.
Obi’s tweeter bird died last night. The Boy was tossing the bird for the brown kitten while we were waiting for dinner to be ready. Halfway through the play, the bird stopped chirping.
A non-chirping bird is hardly any fun at all.
For this reason, and because Obi only has hundreds of toys – and because they were only a dollar – I bought Kitten Thunder a six pack of chickens. Actually, only three are chickens. The other three are eggs.
Uh… The Three think this is one per cat and think Aunty Angi should indulge them and think she should to get TWO packs while she was there… They’re just sayin’…
I should definitely bribe The Three with toys. It is too late for these, though. Oliver won’t let Obi play with any of the eggs. And the chickens are all missing.
Were these toys to make up for all the rules you’ve implemented?
Well, that wasn’t the purpose. The toys were purchased to satisfy the rule: Kitten Thunder does not have enough toys. Ever.