Angie, I think we’re looking at an unmet need here. There are probably lots of cats out there who are either too lazy to shred their own paper or who have lazy (okay, we’ll call them busy) servants who don’t have time to wad up paper for them. This could be a gold mine opportunity. Talk to Stumpy – he has busy savvy. He might even want to go in on this with you.
I was depressed about a girlfriend leaving, although I knew it really was time for her to go. For a couple of days, after getting home from work, I would buy three newspapers from the convenience store next door and spend an hour crumpling and shredding them by hand. My cats did what they could to cheer me up and had great fun burrowing and chasing through the paper. Eventually, I looked at the two-foot layer of paper in my living room and thought, “This is getting to be one hell of a fire hazard.” I stuffed all the paper into bags and got on with my life.
Charliegirl Premium Member over 2 years ago
#fatandlazy
FreyjaRN Premium Member over 2 years ago
Wad your own paper, Mitty.
stairsteppublishing over 2 years ago
It is more fun making your own wad or shreds.
cat19632001 over 2 years ago
Angie, I think we’re looking at an unmet need here. There are probably lots of cats out there who are either too lazy to shred their own paper or who have lazy (okay, we’ll call them busy) servants who don’t have time to wad up paper for them. This could be a gold mine opportunity. Talk to Stumpy – he has busy savvy. He might even want to go in on this with you.
bookworm0812 over 2 years ago
#paperwads
prrdh over 2 years ago
Poor Mitty. He keeps forgetting that the only way he knows how to place calls is with speed dial, and the only number he has on speed dial is Angie’s.
mistercatworks over 2 years ago
I was depressed about a girlfriend leaving, although I knew it really was time for her to go. For a couple of days, after getting home from work, I would buy three newspapers from the convenience store next door and spend an hour crumpling and shredding them by hand. My cats did what they could to cheer me up and had great fun burrowing and chasing through the paper. Eventually, I looked at the two-foot layer of paper in my living room and thought, “This is getting to be one hell of a fire hazard.” I stuffed all the paper into bags and got on with my life.