Yes, our old cat toys were looking a bit worn and tired, so I sprang for a new entertainment enhancer for the feline set. It’s a cute little fish on a string attached to a rod, something like a fishing pole. It makes a squeaky noise.
I showed it to Tillie first.
“Oh, how sweet, you caught me a fish. I prefer mine prepared with a light dill sauce with shallots and fresh ground pepper. Do be a dear and let me nap until you have it prepared.”
I’m not sure she understood the whole meaning of “cat toy”.
Tom was slightly more receptive.
“Aw, how cute! A toy fish. Don’t you think it a tad odd that he’s out of water?” He inspected the toy closer. “You do, of course, realize the incongruity of the cute little fish-like creature squeaking like a mouse, don’t you?” He paused and gave it more thought. “Don’t you think, given the reasonable semblance to flight and its approximate size, that it would be more appropriate if it were a bird? And wouldn’t it be more fitting if it chirped?”
He then proceeded to sit down and draw a remarkably detailed diagram of a toy bird, complete with flapping wings that I could construct for him. I think my next few weekend are tied up.
Max loved it. He's really not as bad of a cat as some of you say!
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