Today has been a sucky day. I woke up with vertigo and it has gotten worse, and the Epley maneuver doesn’t seem to help today. It meant I couldn’t go to the library as planned to work, but I do still have to go to the radio station tonight because I couldn’t find a sub. And I couldn’t work on prepping my living room for painting because that would involve rapid movements that would make me dizzier. Even piecing for a quilt seemed overwhelming.
Well, amidst all this feeling sorry for myself, I checked my mail and found a big box on my front stoop. The return address was from Hartz Mountain Corporation. I had no idea what it might be, but I opened it anyway. Acolytes of the Unibomber have no particular reason to target me.
Turned out it was a box of cat toys and goodies from Hartz, accompanied by a brochure that said “Congratulations on becoming a new pet parent!” (My cats and I prefer the term “lady in waiting” to “pet parent,” but I guess Hartz didn’t know this.)
The box made my day. It included two bags of treats, jingle ball toys, a grooming brush, odor neutralizer (not that my cats ever do anything smelly) and a litter scoop. Now I can throw away the scoop with the broken handle – score!
(On a side note, I’m not exactly a new pet parent/lady in waiting, so I’m guessing I signed up for this when I had downstairs cat spayed. I have a vague recollection of filling out some form online in response to an email from the shelter. Too bad I don’t have a better recollection, or I would tell you where to go to fill out the form right now, because the goodies are grand.)
Downstairs cat approves heartily of the package. She loves free things as much as her lady in waiting. Last week, Dekalb found 30 cans of Friskies wet food when he was cleaning out a condo for work. He gave them all to her. She adores wet food, and thinks I am a very bad lady in waiting because I only dispense half a can’s worth at a time. She wishes she had opposable thumbs so she could open the cans herself and eat all of it in one sitting.