I’ve bought several toys for Pusur, thinking I’ll give it to him for Christmas. But every time, I end up giving it to him right away. I just can’t wait!
So, this Christmas, I’d figured it out!
We had this big family production at a cousin’s house. And Pusur couldn’t come, since he has an anxiety problem when travelling.
Poor Pusur was alone all of Christmas Eve, until we came back around midnight.
But I’d planned ahead. I’d told everybody about the cat waiting at home, and how I’d planned on giving him a treat. So my uncle kept balling up the paper and putting it in a plastic bag each time somebody’d opened a present. A big black trash bag that ended up pretty full!
So when I got home, I took out all that paper (the pile of presents was pretty huge this year, and many LAARGE ones too). It ended up this gigantic mound of paper. And then the project was to get Pusur to understand how fun this was. I’m not sure he remembered much from last year, but it didn’t take him long to get in the swing of things.
I started up putting him on the outskirts of the mound and piling some paper on top of him and rustling is a bit. Not much of a reaction. Then, as he started moving around, I started pulling paper away that was UNDERNEATH him! My, that was might strange. Istant kitten behavior. I kept going with a DV camera in one hand and pulling paper with the other. Pusur got more and more agitated.
But I had this gigantic mound sitting there, and I wanted Pusur to DIVE into that thing. Soooo….
I brought out the cat nip spray…
Pusur knows what that is, and I found some green silky tissue paper in the middle of the mound and sprayed it. After some initial confusion, he started getting in there, rolling around intoxicated.
And then we started playing again. The green paper resurfaced a few times, and each time he got more agitated, rolling around on that green stuff.
Then finally, he wondered off to get some food.
And me, thinking he was tired of playing, but the stuff away and went on to talk to the folks. Then I hear some prancing out in the hallway. I’d left a few strands of bows and a few scraps of paper, and Pusur, still strung out, is trying to make his own fun with that stuff. So I go out there and find a little piece of paper, and put it on top of his back.
Would you believe he managed to keep that thing on him for at least 10 minutes? All the while hoping I’d bring out the paper and play with him again? Putting it away had been quite a chore, so he’ll have to wait until tonight until I bring it out again, but Pusur was still hoping.
Eventually I tired of the photographing, and went into the living room, keeping an occasional eye on Pusur. After a while I hear him rustle. He’s on his hind legs, nosing into the plastic bag. When I look back at him, he loses his courage… If I hadn’t? I’m sure he would have tipped it over and started getting the paper out.
Not a thing, except, a cat or two and lots of present paper and a human to help out? Extremely fun for most cats!