The other day the keeper got a new toy or two in the mail. She said it was a Christmas gift for both of us. I am not fond of that brown liquid that comes out of the new noisy red gift. But I am very very content with two boxes to rip and shred. They have so many more uses than the toys she likes---I have a new home, with a spare bedroom, a spot to hide, a place to sharpen my claws, hide my toys, work out my frustration at her constant absences. Much better than a pet psychologist!
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