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The other day I was watching the local
news, and they showed the winning lottery numbers for the week. I
personally do not play the lottery, because the odds of winning are
so incredibly remote that I end up feeling like I should have just
flushed my money down the toilet instead. Yet, there's always that
little voice inside my head that says, "Gee, wouldn't it be great to
win all those millions?"
So I let my mind wander in silent reverie, imagining
what I would do with all that money. After building my dream home on
many acres of prime Texas Hill Country, I would build a house right
behind it, somewhat smaller, just for my cats!
I imagined what sort of toys cats would like to have,
toys they would never get tired of, and I realized that there are
two things all my cats have loved so much that they destroyed them:
Mattresses leaned up against the wall, and fully decorated Christmas
trees. The mattresses are easy to climb up on, and there's a ledge
at the top for them to sit on, or play "King of The Mountain" with
their other cat buddies. Christmas trees, as every cat owner who
celebrates Christmas knows, are very inviting for cats. They enjoy
sitting underneath them, and shimmying up the trunk and hiding among
the branches, waiting for a tasty little bird who never comes. The
ornaments are wonderful toys to knock off and break.
Therefore, one of the rooms in the house would have
nothing but mattresses leaned up against the way, with perhaps some
empty boxes on the floor in the center (another thing cats would
love). Another of the rooms would have nothing around it but a huge,
decorated Christmas tree in the center. Naturally the ornaments
would have to be made of plastic, since having glass bulbs on the
tree would guarantee a minefield of shards all over the floor in a
matter of days. Perhaps a few wicker baskets placed on the floor for
naptime.
Then there would be the "scratching" room, in which I
would have a couch and an armchair completely covered with sisal
rope, and the both would be stuffed with catnip. I would have cat
beds on sturdy tables, so the kitties could sleep it off afterwards.
All the rooms would have huge windows on every wall,
with oversized window sills. Of course, there would be "catwalks"
throughout the house, close to the ceiling, and perhaps one wall
would have a built-in aquarium full of goldfish for the cats to
watch like television. I would build an enclosed walkway between my
house and the cat house, so that my kitties could visit us in our
house, and then go back to their own house without having to ask.
Being naturally concerned over the welfare of other
cats not as lucky, I would make sure the cat house was big enough to
adopt lots of cats from shelters. I would have local people come
over daily and give the cats lots of attention and affection. I
would have my own private veterinarian, who would be on call 24
hours a day to take care of my cats. The local media would do
write-ups on my wonderful cat house, and make sly innuendos over it
being called a cat house, all the while singing the praises of such
a place. No longer would I be called the crazy cat lady. I would be
called the incredibly rich and generous cat-loving lady. Why, my cat
house and I might make the cover of a national cat magazine.....
Then I woke up!
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