Saturday, January 18, 2014

An Introduction to The Dancing Only-Slightly-Creepy Cat


Some of you might remember my Ode to The Dancing Gopher post a while back.  I wanted to inform you that I have now obtained a new dancing animal. Although the Dancing Gopher can never be replaced, the Dancing Kitty is pretty awesome in it's own right, but with the added benefit of being kinda creepy, too.

Here's the long version:

Around Christmas time Rite Aid sold these dancing stuffed animal things that you can hook up to your iPod and they dance along and act as a speaker.  Daddy was thinking about getting the boys iPods for Christmas, so I was thinking of buying them dancing animals, except he didn't so I didn't, but I still kinda fell in love with them at the store and was a little sad about it.

After Christmas, on a RiteAid trip down at school, I found a delightful little dancing creature on sale 60% off.  If that wasn't a sign from Heaven I don't know what one is. Of course I bought it for myself. Those children get enough presents. Besides, they don't own iPods and I do.

While I was away from home I tried mightily to open the battery compartment of Dancing Kitty with the wrong kind of screwdriver and managed to strip the screw entirely.  Today, however, I once again proved that a wiliness to permanently destroy something in the hopes of making it functional is occasionally a good idea.

I took some wire cutters and an old kitchen knife and broke that battery compartment door off in a shower of tiny plastic bits.  I have overcome.

I put batteries in and  that creepy cat shakes his money maker likes it's nobody's business!  I know it's dumb and childish and a whole lot of other things, but dammit, that cat has brought me huge heaping piles of happiness today, way beyond his pricetag. (And the kids dig him too.)


Yes, I know what you are thinking: that story was way longer and less funny than you had anticipated, and that's a solid ten minutes of your life you will never get back.  Yup. sometimes the prize at the bottom of the crackerjack box is just a fuzzy green temporary tattoo of a bear instead of a secret decoder ring.  This is one of those times.

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