Married to the Empire

Monday, October 8, 2007

A sweet start to the morning

While making the bed this morning, I found this tangled among the sheets:



This is one of Doogie's favorite toys. (For new readers, Doogie is one of my cats.) It's a furry tassel that attaches to the end of the boys' fishing pole toy. Doogie likes to pick it up in his mouth and carry it around the house like prey. It's especially funny to see if the tassel happens to be attached to the pole. He'll run through the house with a long string and stick trailing behind him.

Sometimes, he brings us his toys while we sleep at night. He'll run through the house with it, jump on the bed, drop it at our feet, then curl up and fall asleep. For whatever reason, I just always find it so sweet whenever this weird little toy ends up in our bed. It's like he's sharing his favorite thing with his favorite people, and it always makes me feel happy.

It's a nice way to start a new day.

6 comments:

AnneK said...

Oooh, I thought it was a spider or something when I first saw the picture.

Cathy VanPatten said...

Shelly does that with her hideous sock toy (a thingy so old and raggedy that it probably should be sporting a hazmat warning). I am always charmed when she brings it with her to bed when she settles in at our feet, but Jeff is always appalled and disgusted. Oh well... you can tell which of us is more fastidious from that little tale, huh?

Ann said...

I thought it was shed snake skin LOL!

Ewokgirl said...

I don't usually shriek at spiders, but I certainly would if I found one that big in my bed! LOL. Or a snakeskin, for that matter.

Just a cat toy, thankfully!

Cathy, when I was in high school, my family had a cat very briefly. She had a ball of yarn that she carried everywhere with her like a security blanket. It started out yellow, then it became this rather nasty shade of gray. I didn't like to touch that thing!

Leia said...

Our cat ("Monkey" - which is going to be very confusing to our 9-mo-old son very shortly) has a similar toy that she carries around a lot. It's a rabbit's foot-type thing which used to be attached to a little fishing pole which has long since vanished. She "catches" this inanimate object several times a day and roams through the house announcing her catch (very loud "RAWR"s except with a toy in her mouth, so kinda like it'd sound if she were at the dentist with the stuff in her mouth). When she gets within eyeshot of one of us, she'll drop it proudly, like it was an incredible feat to catch this little toy and bring it home to us.

When I lived overseas, we adopted a stray who decided he was going to do his part in feeding the family by catching a baby rabbit and literally dropping it (dead) on our doorstep. My roommate decided she wanted to keep the skin, so we discovered that the term "skin the rabbit" actually has a rather greusome, if literal, meaning.

Glad you enjoyed my post! And especially glad to see that I'm not the only one!

Ewokgirl said...

Leia, yes, you'll likely confuse your son! We had my poor niece all confused when she was 2. We've always called the cats' favorite toy a fishing pole. So when her mama pointed a picture of a man with a fishing pole and said he was catching fish, my niece told her, "No, Mama. Cats!" My sister was completely confused by that, so she asked why she thought that. She said, "At Aunt Ewokgirl's house, fishing pole is for cats!" Oops. :-)