“And what is the story on electricity? Are kids nowadays too good for candlelight? Oh, they light candles alright. But only once a year when they are throwing what is called a “Birthday Party.” More on this later.”—A friend’s impression of local senior columnist
It’s true what they say; “a rolling stone gathers no moss.”
Yet somehow this charming rolling weasel has not only managed to gather some moss (at least, I think it’s moss), but my heart as well.
I initially picked this little rascal out as an automated playmate for my cat, Danny Paws - and I instantly saw an improvement in his behavior and temperament! It seemed my Danny Paws had finally found a companion who would not run away when he bat it with his paws, or defecate in his food bowl! He spent hours playing with it! And when he curled up for the night, it was always with his Weazel Ball. We would turn it on and then wrap it in some blankets so it wouldn’t roll around, and he would lay there and enjoy the vibrations (my husband seemed to think this was odd, but no one cares what he thinks anymore LOL)
Sadly, Danny Paws died, but the Weazel Ball continues to roll through the house in his absence, its gentle whirring and thumping filling the void in my heart left by my deceased cat and the husband who left me for my sister.
“Do I hear a knock-knock or scratching? Meow, meow. Yes? Who is that? Well, I cannot knock, or scratch. Why is that Mr. Kitty? Meow! Because they took my claws away and I don’t have any knuckles.”— Evidencing a severe need for the recess the board is about to take, Supervisor Ross Mirkarimi actually meowed while introducing legislation to ban the declawing of cats. (via Sweet Melissa)