When I arrived at my furever home as a kitten, I was amazed at all the toys I could find in my human’s (soon to be mine) home.
One thing I found very exciting and funny was fruits that were around. Some could roll! Of course, it soon became forbidden (my human pretended that some fruits could be dangerous) – as was jumping and walking on the table to get to them. But I couldn’t care less.
Until the fruits disappeared from my sight. Hmph.
What was your favorite toy as a kitten?
Where is my salmon in papillote with catnip pesto? I’m waiting…
Service just ain’t what it used to be!
(Full disclosure: those pictures were taken in France but, guess what? I’m still waiting for my salmon in papillote with catnip pesto!)
P.S.: my human is once again going to one of these seminar thingies, so forgive me if I am a little slow to comment on your bloggies in the next few days.
You see, I have found the purrfect hiding spot: above the ground but not too high up in the air, confined place, dark, with cushion-like towelettes.
It is a small yet big enough place to have two me inside, so quite comfy. It is a little drawer-like closet at the bottom of the humans’ kitchen table, where my human keeps what she calls dish towels (although I found no dish in the towels).
Well my human wouldn’t hear anything about it. She doesn’t want me in her precious towels. I tried to explain these could be turned into cat or better yet Texas towels – since there are no dishes you see – but no. She wanted me out.
Silly humans don’t understand anything about life’s little pleasures.