February 15, 2014

Cat Toys - An Exercise in Futility

I have cats. I love the cats. I buy them toys. All. Kinds. Of. Toys.

And they ignore them 90% of the time.

"Oh, Mommy, how kind of you to purchase us this fabulous toy. I am sure that it was VERY highly rated on Amazon.com, but honestly, I couldn't care much less."

Do they play? Of course they play. (Except Artemis. He doesn't play. He's also afraid of snow and dustbunnies. Is anyone surprised here?)

What would they prefer to play with, you ask? Excellent question. I've compiled a brief list of their preferred playthings.


  • Cardboard boxes (See above...this box was a favorite for weeks, and I started calling it The Sacred Box Den)
  • Dropped objects - bobby pins, crochet hooks, socks, little bits of yarn, ice cubes, etc. (I once found a crochet hook buried in the litter box. I blame Luna. Mostly because she's the dumbest. Mind you, she's the cuddliest...but also the dumbest. The Rose Nylund of kitties.)
  • Feet - Any feet will do, but feet in motion are a favorite. Especially if it is 3am and I'm on the way to the bathroom in the dark. 
  • Imaginary objects - I'm not even sure what to say about this. Luna is always chasing after some invisible thing. Maybe the house is haunted and she has ghost-seeing powers. Or something.

Of course...none of this stops me from buying them toys and trying. :) I am, As The Doctor aptly said, "a hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams."



Love & Tuna!

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