Mail Makes Kitties Happy
A few weeks back, I was trying to find a photo of Mr. Kitters's favorite treats so I could illustrate an entry about how said treats are like Kitty Crack. I didn't find a photo (and never wrote the entry), but I did find a site where I could sign up for a free sample of the treats.
Since free is ALWAYS good, I signed up. One of the blanks asked for the pet's name, which I thought was sort of cute. Once I submitted the form, I pretty much forgot all about it, until today when the mail arrived.
Today we received a padded mailing envelope addressed thusly:
"TO: Mr. Kitters--Ocean Fish Feline Greenies
Badgercity, state etc."
And they didn't just send a sample packet like the ones we found at PetSmart for 99 cents. Oh no. They sent the regular-sized five-dollars-at-PetSmart bag. It's like Kitty Christmas up in this house.
It might be a coincidence that the cat's mood has vastly improved since yesterday...but then again, it could be the Kitty Crack.
Mail Makes Girls Happy, Too
At least it does when it includes $5 clearance T-shirts from Hot Topic.
But Sometimes, Mail Sucks
Like when it's a "Fabulous Furs" catalog, and I'm dialing their 1-800 number and preparing for a righteous take-me-off-your-mailing-list-you-dirty-furmongers shitfit when I thankfully notice the teeny tiny subtitle: "The Finest Faux Furs." Hissy averted, narrowly.
Luckily, Mail Is Often Funny Enough To Make Up For It
For example, when it includes an invitation to a Halloween party that goes like this:
You Are Invited!
For: Halloween Party
Date: Nov. 3rd
Time: 7 PM
Place: EvilDucky and Mr. EvilDucky's House
Given By: See above
RSVP: Sure, why not.
Reading: Y: the Last Man. I'm not usually a big fan of graphic novels, but I read the first collected volume of this at Barnes & Noble a few months ago and really liked it, so I got the 2nd and 3rd books from the library today.
Playing: Eve 6