Wednesday Word of the Day—CHEAP!

And I'm not talking about the sound that birds make. Yesterday, I said TW saw a display in Pathmark that caught her eye. I think what caught her eye was the fact that everything in that display was $1. A buck! Not a penny more; not a penny less. Surely CK is worth more. When birds see TW coming, they start chanting "cheep cheep" and they ain't kidding. HAH!

This, however, turned out to be a buck well spent because from the moment TW took it out of the package and set it up, I was in love. You've met my tunnel of pain; now meet my Underpass of Pain. TW stuck her hand in it and I went charging through that sucker. Being as it's so short, she barely had time to get her hand out or I'd have written this post a month ago, complete with blood and gore. I gotta admit, for an old codger, her reflexes are FAST! It's super fun to put both tunnels together and charge through. Good thing Pop doesn't charge tolls.

This little cheapo tunnel has held up really well. I've spent many a happy hour lying in wait inside it. Although after roughhousing in it for over a month, it doesn't stand up straight anymore. I still have fun with it. We play with it like we used to play with tissue paper. TW wiggles a peacock feather under it and I grab it through the nylon. Too bad it's not her hand. Ah, a cat can dream …

Below is our favorite picture of me in the Underpass of Pain, waiting to demonstrate to TW why this little underpass is gonna live up to it's name. It wasn't cropped or Photoshopped in any way, except to change the pixal size. The expression captured on my face makes my whiskers smile. It's the best photo TW has ever taken of this little ghetto cat. If I can convince TW to shed some blood, this underpass will die a hero. Come and get me, Woman! Make my day! 

You scared, Woman! You know I don't like to wait! I double dare you to stick your hand in here!