Mar. 13th, 2009 09:37 am
"...and the STRING is MOVING!!!"
This morning, as I was retying my moccasin, the leather shoestring snapped. The cat was right there when it happened and, in a moment of inspiration, I tossed the short end to him. He went nuts. Five minutes later he was still playing with it. That's the most concentrated attention we've ever seen him give anything short of (a) me and (b) the squirrel he saw running around in the yard one day. When he'd finally left it for a moment, I went up and rolled the leather "worm" on the carpet once or twice with my pointer finger, causing the free ends to flop about. In his eagerness to attack it again, he scratched me.
The day after we brought him home,
bunj and e. came over with a scratching post and some crinkly balls. He paid minimal attention to the former and none to the latter, nor to the "birdie" (the shuttlecock on a string) I bought at the shelter. In fact, he seemed uninterested in most of the things that tickle cats' fancies. The loose end of the toilet paper roll in the downstairs bathroom flaps in the breeze from the air vent; I thought it would be irresistible, but he hardly seems to notice it's there. I eventually got him to play with the balls by waiting for his wild moods late at night, but he looses interest in them the moment they go still; it's more like playing fetch with a dog than watching a cat play with a defenceless creature. I suggested to
monshu that what was needed was a self-powered toy, like a wind-up mouse, but maybe we've discovered a low-tech solution after all.
The day after we brought him home,
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