Friday, December 21, 2012
My Non-Competitive Cats
While I was admiring their tree, Betty told us of their tradition of hiding the pickle ornament on their tree each year. Have you heard of that? It's a German thing, I think. You hide a pickle ornament on the tree and whoever finds it first wins a prize. Betty and John give cold hard cash to the kid who finds the pickle each year.
And the whole time Betty is telling us this story, I'm thinking that fun event would unleash a hell like no other if it were at our house. I can only imagine my two goofs crying and fighting, pouting and stomping around if they weren't the winners. Betty gives cash as her prize--me....I'd have to scale that down to a firm handshake--and they'd STILL be mad. These people can't play Sorry without a battle--can you imagine a contest...on Christmas morning...with money as a prize??? Criminy, there's no way that would be going down at our house--my mama didn't raise no fool.
But, you know, that whole pickle thing gave me an idea....
As I was pulling the car into the garage yesterday, I noticed a wee friend racing along the perimeter of the garage. Sigh. Great, a mouse in the garage and I've got two cats who can't find him. Mouse in the garage will quickly turn into Mouse in the crawl space of the house--not cool.
I announced to the two cats today...a special prize for whoever catches the mouse in the garage. I didn't even get the chance to announce what the prize would be... the two of them just sorta looked at me with that "Are you kidding me?" look on their bored kitty faces. Then one cat went to eat or something otherwise very cat-important, and the other one went the opposite direction to the family room to get away from Cat #1.
Maybe if I tell them there's pickle in the garage...