My cats, Patches and Scout, have two baskets full of toys. Studly Doright and I get a kick out of watching them sift through the baskets’ contents until they find the toy that most exactly fits their needs at the moment.
Sometimes it’s a weird blue thing with feathers on either end.
Often it’s the plastic ring off of a plastic milk carton.
Most often, though, it’s a stuffed mouse.
We have at least a dozen varieties of mice.
The current favorite toys, though, are catnip filled pillows.
Notice that the edges have been gnawed and drooled on.
All of the toys pictured above, as well as several more, had been in hiding for awhile. I had wondered about the pillow, but the cats have so many toys I hadn’t really worried about a few that had gone missing.
Then this morning I was doing some stretches on the den floor and this is what I saw beneath the sofa:
Now I can’t get this song out of my head: