My last Christmas gift was mailed on December 16. That was temporary - the last gift part. Then, as usually happens, being stressless causes temporary insanity. As I wrapped presents, I looked at the boxes of goodies for the women who work in our apartment building. I remembered that last year, I attached crocheted snowflakes to their packages and thought, "How can I not attach a snowflake to each this year?" (And no, in that mental state of instability I neglected to take photos of them last year, and did the same last week.) So, I scrolled through several crocheted snowflake patterns, found one and made 3. I added hooks and tied them onto the already wrapped gifts. I was finally done.
Then, I drifted further into a state of non compos mentis. I thought about the next door neighbor's cat. Really! It was sheer madness. I have never given Samie Cat a gift. I'm not even really a cat person! I remembered that I'd seen some curly cat toy to crochet.
It's meant to hang on the door knob so the feline recipient can swat it around. I looked through my stash and my husband snapped me out of my trans by telling me he wanted me to order a particular thing for Christmas for myself. He wanted it to be a surprise, but didn't want to get the wrong thing. I had to spend some time online. Then, the package was going to arrive the next day at no additional charge, and when it did, I needed to (and wanted to) spend some time with it. In retrospect, I'm thankful for the intervention. I don't know what I'm going to do next year. I have to overcome this urge to burden myself needlessly.
As far as a door knob hanging swat toy goes, what Samie Cat doesn't know, won't hurt him.