And Tootles makes three
Moved my cat into the house today, and I was more excited about Bridget's reaction than my cat's. Bridget is a borderline germaphobe, and was raised with an unusual adversity to felines. But also, there is the concern over the added expense of an animal in the house (which, of course, I'd be responsible for). A bag of Meow Mix isn't a big expense every now and then, but having the opportunity to purchase all new cat-goodies is a big temptation for me. I've already browsed E-Bay looking at $45 cat bowls (kitty couture - who knew?!) and self-cleaning litter boxes.
But even I have to hesitate before clicking that delightful "Buy Now" button...because I know Tootles (my cat) doesn't really appreciate any of this. What she appreciates is the simple equation of: her claws + my new sofa. Maybe I'm just underestimating Tootles' ability to enjoy some luxury in life, but I still haven't been able to get her to sleep in that velvet pink cat-bed I purchased for her two years ago.
In the end I opted for a demure PetsCo purchase of $22 for a plain old plastic food dish and litter box...but wouldn't it be nicer if it were rhinestone-encrusted ?? This missed opportunity will haunt me in my dreams, I'm sure of it.