New toys
I'm typing this from our new desktop computer, which we purchased yesterday from Carrefour, a department store that's a cross between a Best Buy and nicer Wal-Marts. Computers in Indonesia are considerably less expensive than computers in the States, but Travis is nonetheless disappointed that we didn't get the computer he really wanted-the one with the 100-gazillion GB hard drive, DVD and CD burner, flatscreen monitor the size of Rush Limbaugh and the capability to do one's taxes, laundry, dishes and windows, train the cat to speak seven languages and fly roundtrip from Singapore to New York in just under 17 minutes. He insists this computer, which is quite nice and more than sufficient as a second computer (main computer until the darn laptop is fixed or replaced by Dell), is an affront to his manhood. I told him I have no complaints, so he should learn to deal. Men.
After bringing the new computer home and opening all the boxes to set it up, I realized that the best part about our purchase was not a shiny new toy for us. No, the best part was the actual boxes themselves and all the bits of styrofoam and plastic bags that came inside said boxes. Our cat went insane (more than normal insane, that is) and raced around the living room. He leaped from box to box, batting excitedly at cardboard flaps and crouching inside, waiting to pounce at unsuspecting passersby. He discovered the fun and excitement of styrofoam static electricity, dashing madly up and down the stairs as bits of white foam stuck themselves to his tail and sides. I don't need to explain the fun of plastic bags to those of you who have your own cats. Plastic bags are GREAT. Whenever we return from the grocery store, Beans is beside himself with all of the new "toys" we've brought home for him. The faster we can get the unnecessary grocery crap out and toss the bags on the kitchen floor, the better. He's always so disappointed when at last we gather the bags up and put them away. Poor Beans.
Perhaps inspired to great things by the myriad boxes and bags in the living room, Beans became quite daring last night when he tired of playing with his new toys. All of the windows in our house have wrought-iron bars inside. The bars are decorative so as to avoid giving the house a prison-like feel, and they also make for excellent cat amusement. Kale and Katie's cat, Thor, hates nearly everything but dearly loves climbing her iron bars as high as she can. (We always say the only reason Thor wants other living things around is so she has someone to look disdainfully at.) We've been working with Beans to teach him that expensive hand-made curtains do not good climbing toys make-by which I mean we've been emptying a plastic water spray bottle quite regularly. Last night, though, he climbed behind the curtains in one of our dining room windows and discovered the iron bars. These windows are nearly floor-to-ceiling, and Beans managed to make it all the way to the very top before having the startling revelation that he had no idea how to get down. Travis came to the rescue, but within 5 minutes the cat was back at the top of the window, meowing plaintively. Nice work, kitty.
Even if Travis isn't 100 percent content with our new toy, Beans is certainly has no complaints about his!
After bringing the new computer home and opening all the boxes to set it up, I realized that the best part about our purchase was not a shiny new toy for us. No, the best part was the actual boxes themselves and all the bits of styrofoam and plastic bags that came inside said boxes. Our cat went insane (more than normal insane, that is) and raced around the living room. He leaped from box to box, batting excitedly at cardboard flaps and crouching inside, waiting to pounce at unsuspecting passersby. He discovered the fun and excitement of styrofoam static electricity, dashing madly up and down the stairs as bits of white foam stuck themselves to his tail and sides. I don't need to explain the fun of plastic bags to those of you who have your own cats. Plastic bags are GREAT. Whenever we return from the grocery store, Beans is beside himself with all of the new "toys" we've brought home for him. The faster we can get the unnecessary grocery crap out and toss the bags on the kitchen floor, the better. He's always so disappointed when at last we gather the bags up and put them away. Poor Beans.
Perhaps inspired to great things by the myriad boxes and bags in the living room, Beans became quite daring last night when he tired of playing with his new toys. All of the windows in our house have wrought-iron bars inside. The bars are decorative so as to avoid giving the house a prison-like feel, and they also make for excellent cat amusement. Kale and Katie's cat, Thor, hates nearly everything but dearly loves climbing her iron bars as high as she can. (We always say the only reason Thor wants other living things around is so she has someone to look disdainfully at.) We've been working with Beans to teach him that expensive hand-made curtains do not good climbing toys make-by which I mean we've been emptying a plastic water spray bottle quite regularly. Last night, though, he climbed behind the curtains in one of our dining room windows and discovered the iron bars. These windows are nearly floor-to-ceiling, and Beans managed to make it all the way to the very top before having the startling revelation that he had no idea how to get down. Travis came to the rescue, but within 5 minutes the cat was back at the top of the window, meowing plaintively. Nice work, kitty.
Even if Travis isn't 100 percent content with our new toy, Beans is certainly has no complaints about his!
posted by Erin @ 12:36 AM
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