Sigh...
The gigantic monsters formerly known as "the kittens" have been playing up and down the the attic stairs - pounce on something, carry it up a few steps, let it escape, chase it down again, etc. They're obviously having a great time, and the human is curious - which toy is it that has inspired this excellent game? Is it a catnip mouse? A rattly mouse? A squeaky mouse? A feather-tailed mouse? Nope, it is a leaf: a semi-decomposed succulent leaf from high up in a living room window...
posted by Lizzy at 10:49 AM
5 Comments:
I really don't think I provided enough toys to my two boys, especially after seeing what cat lovers of today get for their babies to play with. But then again, maybe I would have been surprised at some of the ordinary things they amused themselves with while I was gone.
I think my little crew makes the case - the toys are really for the humans, and, toy-wise, they fend for themselves quite well... :)
I assure you, Sandy, you provided plenty of what they needed - a loving home, with plenty of the best care a kitty (or two) could want. I'm with Lizzy on this - the toys are for people. The kids are perfectly happy with their favorite toys: toilet paper rolls, cigarette pack foil, plastic wrap, paper bags, old, dead leaves, and the occasional shoelace or trouser drawstring. Biotoys provide needed crunch, and foamy barf, plus the excitement of shrieking humans.
PoliticalCat is absolutely right - they are in it for the love, first and foremost. The catnip, the toys, even the FancyFeast, all way cool, but attention and affection are what they lap up and even demand, if by any chance you get distracted. They way you loved (love) your little guys, Sandy, shines through with every comment you write - it's so clear they had a great home and a wonderful human! (Same goes for TPC and her crowd of cuties!)
Thank you so much - Yes, I did love my boyz. I always feel guilty because I have to qualify it by saying I loved Keiki more than Ramses, but that was because Keiki insisted on being on me wherever I was and Rams, poor little guy, was timid and stiff and not very loving (nor would he let you cuddle him much). Just before he died (age 13) he began to insist on lap space, too. And I gladly gave it, because it was so unusual.
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