crafty kitteh.
when we went to the craft store to get supplies for my big dresser papering job, jeff bought assorted stuff to try to make a substitute for smudge's favorite toy. it used to be called "gone fishin" from hartz mountain, but they changed it -- it WAS a nubbin of fake fur and a feather and a bell, on a bungee. now it's a stuffed fish on a string. you can't really blame smudge for refusing to play with that poor excuse for a toy.
so jeff bought some fake fur, and feathers, and beads and bells, and tonight he set up the table with all of that junk, and he is trying to craft a frankentoy for smudgie.
first, jeff stood in front of the drawer where we hid the supplies, and smudge hovered behind him, perched on an end table, trying to see over jeff's shoulder. "what's going on, daddy? what are you doing? hey, what's that? what ya got there? what is that? heywhat'sinthedrawercaniseecanicanicanihuh?"
then jeff laid everything out neatly on the table. first smudge tried sitting on the couch, but jeff kicked him off. then smudge tried standing under the table, and reaching up with his paws to pull himself up and see, but jeff moved him aside. then smudge jumped onto the table, and squanched himself down onto the cutting mat, and grabbed the sides of the table with his front paws. he MELDED with that cutting mat. it took a great effort by jeff to slide him off the table, and smudge just kept jumping back up again.
i think smudge is affronted, because how could jeff not know that NOTHING CAN HAPPEN HERE WITHOUT SMUDGE'S DIRECT SUPERVISION AND OVERSIGHT.
the old toy on the right, and the new and improved model on the left. still needs some dangly feathers and fake fur, if you ask me, but it was impossible to get those to stick.
