So, I have two cats, in case you didn't know. They rule my universe, and I love them like my kids. Part of showing your love to your cat-kids is bringing them toys. Toys are important. They add entertainment, variety and playful joy to a cat's life. If you're a good parent, you get your kids toys.
There's only one problem. My cats won't play with toys. Franklin likes ribbon and string. He was supposed to be a snake killer, I think, because he bashes the string against the wall, like he's bashing the brains out of a snake. Gus only plays with glitter disco pom pom balls, because he's a drag queen. Occasionally, he drowns them in the water bowl, turning the water a brilliant shade of red or green. He went through a phase where he put them in the toaster.
Today, I brought home toys--a feathery doohickey and a mouse. I cut the toys loose from the cardboard, got all excited, and said, "Look, boys! Mama brought you new toys! Isn't that fun?" The cats looked at me with those faces that say, "What a waste of money," and went to bed. The toys are still on the living room floor, untouched.
Am I still a good cat mama?
And maybe there's a way to make jewelry out of them?