The Targo: Let's open Christmas presents!
Me, looking at my imaginary watch: Well, it's really early and I don't have anything for you.
The Targo: Okay, I really just want the cats to open their presents!
Me: Aren't you the same guy who looks disapprovingly at me when I buy Magic those 99 cent mice?
*Dismissing gesture.* The Targo retrieves the cats' gifts. He gives me the two packages, wrapped in pretty snowflake paper.
I call the cats and they come, sniffing the packages.
The Targo: That one is Mystic's.
It's a thermal mat thing that uses her own body heat to keep her warm.
She's slightly afraid of it, but I'm sure she'll warm up to it. It looks good on our chair. She likes the wrapping paper though.
The Targo: I know Magic will like his gift!
It's a scratch pad that you hang on a door. Space-saving! Rock on!
He did like it. In fact, when I got up this morning, he was just sitting on it, because we haven't found a doorknob to hang it on.
The bottom line - Every time I feel like we're recovering from our CrazyCatPeopleItis, one of us does something like this. I'm trying to justify it by saying that we're just getting prepared for spoiling our children rotten. But really, we're just nuts.