Cats and kids
Owning a cat is a little like owning having a kid, I imagine. Cats have their advantages of course: the poop is a bit easier to clean up, they cry a lot less, and they never talk back. Just like kids though, I find that our own cat is invariably less interested in new toys than in the packaging they came in. Or in this case, the packaging in which something else entirely came. I recently had to send away for a replacement video card, which came back to me in a standard UPS shipping box, completely with red bubble-wrap and pink foamies to keep things safe on the inside. Buffy (the cat in question), who had been studiously ignoring the new catnip-filled mouse toy her mother had bought a few weeks previous, became enthralled with all the ways she could poke her head inside.
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The pink foamies and bubble wrap, which apparently make ever-so-pleasing crinkly noises when pounced upon, were icing on the cake.