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Just in from the States…

You know, when I get a package from home, it’s only reeeeeesonable to expect it might be something nice for me. But no.

This dingus is a battery-operated cat-maddener. It’s got a thing that sticks out the side with a feather on it, and a motor that makes it go round and round — random directions and speeds — with a rip-stop nylon cover so el Pusso only gets glimpses of it stuttering around under there.

I had to turn it off and hide it eventually. I thought Jack was going to have a seizure.


Comment from Janna
Time: February 6, 2014, 12:17 am


Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: February 6, 2014, 12:31 am

The only thing stopping you from enjoying the so-called cat toy yourself is your own repressed sensibilities. Don’t let ebarrassment keep you from the greatest joy you will ever experience!

“Cowards die many times before their deaths,
The valiant never taste of death but once.
It seems to me most strange that men should fear,
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.”

Comment from Nicole
Time: February 6, 2014, 1:48 am

Gawd. Mine would eat the feather in 10 seconds. And then likely ignore it for months.

Comment from dissent555
Time: February 6, 2014, 2:27 am

Humans have a device just like this.

It is called “the Internet”.

Comment from thefritz
Time: February 6, 2014, 2:33 am

LMAO!!!! you are one of the suckers that bought this.?.?.
The commercial runs late nights here in the States ostensibly appealing to insomniac octogenarians who own a cat. Oh swease….

Comment from Christopher Taylor
Time: February 6, 2014, 5:53 am

My cat Ash would have that thing in component parts in less than an hour. Neat idea, but best for kittens.

Comment from Scubafreak
Time: February 6, 2014, 10:07 am

OK, that officially goes to the top of the shopping list for Schrodinger..

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 6, 2014, 11:08 am

Good lord no, Fritz! I don’t have money to burn on such fripparies. ‘Twas my stepmother, Scarlet O’Psycho.

Comment from thefritz
Time: February 6, 2014, 1:23 pm

Phewwww…had me worried.

Comment from Brother Cavil, straight outta New Cap City
Time: February 6, 2014, 3:39 pm

Wait, a cat maddener? I thought Jack was already sufficiently mad without assistance?

Comment from Mojo
Time: February 6, 2014, 5:54 pm

I distinctly heard that cat muttering “Kill! Kill! Kill!”…

Comment from MikeW
Time: February 6, 2014, 7:52 pm

Hmm, here’s a cat toy for the Weasel herself:


Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: February 6, 2014, 8:38 pm

Here, kitty, I just got you this new cat toy!

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 6, 2014, 9:00 pm

I seriously doubt I’m smart enough for that keyboard, Mike.

Comment from Scubafreak
Time: February 6, 2014, 10:03 pm

Not to worry there, Stoatie. I MIGHT keep his teeth and claws out of your butt-cheek some night when you are doing dishes, completely exposed…

Lord knows I could have used the distraction….

Comment from SCOTTtheBADGER
Time: February 6, 2014, 10:42 pm

Cats love laser weapon sights. They are brighter than laser pointers, so they really rev the cat’s motor!

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: February 6, 2014, 10:59 pm

Want a cat-maddener? As in running-amok, Berserker knock-over-furniture mad? Put one of those small circular Band-Aids on kitty’s head, roughly between the ears.

I’ve never done that to a cat (and never would), but when my cats sense, as cats do, that I’m merely thinking about it, they calm right down and stop attacking the rug fringe.

Comment from ccs
Time: February 8, 2014, 4:59 am

Your cat maddener looks like a mechanized version of this toy.


We have been using the manual version for years, to the tune of 3-4 a year as he destroys them.

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