It's been a while since our son received any Star Wars toy that would qualify for the "Exploding Star Wars Toys Series". I've been feeling like I need to get to the store and purposefully buy something that will immediately break just so I have something to blog about....

And then it happened.... miracle of all miracles. I am sitting here at the computer, checking in on my favorite bloggers, when it happened. The cat comes running into the room, full speed, tail puffed, back hairs bristled. He's acting strange, but then again, who doesn't act strange in our house? He turns toward me, lengthens his body to that unnatural length that any cat owner can recognize in an instant as the "barf stance." Here it comes, the gagging, the coughing, the waves of dry heaves rippling through his body, and then "blllleeeeeccccckkkkkk......" out shoots the puke. Yummy, I know, but don't pass out just yet.

"Oh, for Pete's sake," I say and the cat runs full bore out of the room ahead of me. He stops dead in front of me and I rush to get paper towels, I know what's coming: this barf session is not over yet! I return with the towels in time to see him heaving and hacking for round 2. This time, what should shoot out of his mouth? I mean, literally, shoot out like a tiny bolt from a crossbow.


(I'll wait while you reread the title of the blog......)


You got it: a tiny, Count Dooku lightsaber. To clarify, this is a lightsaber that would go with your average action figure. So, what, like 2 inches long or something? I'm not sure if the lightsaber itself can be considered the exploding toy, but it did explode out of my kitty cat! I'm guessing the ergonomic design facilitated the ease of swallowing as well as the ease of regurgitation as it followed the natural curvature of his esophagus.

Ok, well, have a great lunch everyone!!!