And writing of Tucker… Of my cats, he is the most likely to amuse himself with the toys at his disposal. His favourites are two fuzzy, soft, bendable mice, one green, one blue. He will chase them about, stamp on them and bite them. Then he will pick them up and rub them all over his face, alternating with bites. This may be his rudimentary paternal instinct, first expressing anger, then love, of his furry little child. Or he may just like biting the toy and rubbing it against his face.
Then, after a tiring session of play, spent mostly in one position on the floor, hardly moving at all, Tucker will retire to a soft location where he will annoy me greatly by pretending that this posture is comfortable.