The Gift Stash

I guess we'll call this a Thanksgiving present

                 How many of you hunted for your parents’ present stash before Christmas so you could shake the boxes to figure out what you got?   I remember my brother went so far as to carefully unwrap and rewrap his gifts  when Mom and Dad were out for the afternoon.

                With a college-age daughter I figured my package hiding days were done.  I didn't expect Frank to get into the gift-getting spirit.  I got my daughter a cat toy for a stocking stuffer (don’t be worried that she’ll find out—the “cat’s out of the bag” so to speak).  Frank must have sniffed out its catnip scent because he took it out and played with it…five times!  Each time I found a new hiding place that I was sure he wouldn’t bother, but to no avail--Frank has a lot of time on his hands.  The toy’s fifth appearance was right in front of my daughter.

                “Hey Frank, is that a new toy?”

                “Happy early Christmas present, honey!”

                Her gift was already short a few feathers and glistened with cat drool, but the cats were thrilled with it nonetheless.

                Hopefully Frank is done present hunting—the European chocolate must remain safe.