Tucker is probably my most playful cat. He and Josie chase each other, though only when I come home from work. He likes to spar with me and try to grab my finger to bite it. He will run and roll on the floor and squeal. He even incurs the wrath of the others by taking swipes at them as they pass, just for the fun of it.
Something unusual that he does is hide within the carpet when part of it is upturned. When I sweep the floor in the sitting room, the roly poly one will squeeze himself into the tube formed by the rolled carpet, turning himself into a real sausage. I’m not sure if he likes the enclosed space or whether he thinks he’s found a clever hiding spot. If the latter, it’s given away by his loud purring when I ‘discover’ him and creep ever closer, speaking his name.
Really, this is one sausage that would be eaten quickly in the wild.