Sure, they've provided me with a selection of balls and feathers and even a catnip thingy, but I gotta say- my favorite plaything is... wait for it...
string. Yup, that's it. Good old string. Go figure. Who knew something so simple, so basic could provide such entertainment.
They've tied a couple of lengths of twine together and it gets me going when they swing it back and forth in front of me, dangle it over my head and trail it over my back.
Good gosh I don't know what it is, but when I see that thing slithering along the carpet I can't ignore it, though I try. I swat it, bat at it, grab it in my claws and chew on it. And then I'm done.
|And don't get me started on mom's flip flops...|
So the other night we were all three of us sitting in that awesome non-man-cave theater chair watching a movie.
Mom likes her gum, and she'd dropped a wrapper in one of the cup holders. Well, being of the curious sort I couldn't help but investigate, and fished around in the cup holder and wouldn't you know, hooked that damned thing right out with my claw!
My, how those two laughed and clapped. Good Lord, you'd think I did something really amazing. It's baffling how something so simple, so basic can provide such entertainment to humans. Go figure.
|See the blurred wrapper falling!|