Now that is getting cooler out and going out does not mean dying a slow painful death, I have been leaving the house more. I feel guilty leaving Dinsky alone all day so I’m beign like one of those parents that wants to buy their kids love by buying them gifts. I have gone cat toy crazy lately. I have a problem, I know it. My bank account shows it. Here are some of the toys.
The sad thing is that Dinsky only plays with them when I play with him so if I’m not there, they are useless. I keep buying them anyway. I bought him a dog stuffed animal. I call her Audrey. When I took her out of the bag, Dinsky got all upset thinking it was a real dog. Now he doesn't pay that much attention. Poor Audrey.
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