My sister found the best ridiculous item for my birthday: catnip scented bubbles!
Genius that I am, I could only think bubble bath and spent a really long moment trying to puzzle out WHY catnip scented bubble bath was a good plan. If they could, the cats would be with me in the bathroom all the time, every time; and at least two of them would crawl in the tub with me during bubble baths. My sister finally determined that I was an idiot and clarified “BUBBLES THAT YOU BLOW!”
Oh! That made a lot more sense.
So we paused all other gift opening to entice the cats in to the living room, so everyone could take turns blowing bubbles at them. Three of my four cats love the nip, so I think we had a collective vision of excited kittens leaping and pawing after bubbles in the air. Playfully, popping them with little noses, and rolling in the glorious-ness of the catnip aroma.
However instead of Don Ho’s tiny bubbles making them feel fine and happy, it was more like:
“OH MY GOD WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE! DEATH FROM ABOVE!”
Acceptance of the bubbles as a benign entity not out for kitty destruction has gotten better. The bubbles are not as terrifying as the vacuum, but do make a startling popping noise on impact with the carpet. Too many bubbles at once threaten to overwhelm any felines sense of safety.