The other night James came home from work and I hear “To-nay! Toooo-nay!” (for some reason, when he is yelling to me from another room my name gets changed from Toni to Tonay.) “WHAT did you do that for?”
Me: “Do what?” I yell back.
James: “Did you do this?”
Me: “Did I do WHAT?” Now I’m trying to remember what I could have possibly done during the day that would make him so perplexed.
So, I get up and go into the bedroom to find this:
Pepper likes to give her toys to me as a gift. If you have an outdoor kitty you have probably found dead birds or mice on your doorstep. Our cats don’t go outdoors so she brings toys, which is perfectly fine with me. Each morning, she puts one on the bedroom floor for me while I’m sleeping, and sometimes during the day she will bring one to my office as a trade so I will get up and make her some lunch. She has never done this before though. James must have done something pretty special for her. These are two of her most favorite toys!