The perma-cats usually have little to offer a new toy but apathy. I was not surprised, therefore, when, after a friend gave us a ‘floppy fish’, my four beasts played with it not at all. Their jaded reactions would be turned on their heads, I thought, when I presented the same animated toy to the Felons. While Bisto, the more adventurous of the two, whapped the fish several times, Oleo was frightened of it. Even Bisto’s interest was not great, and did not endure.
Enter Xanadu. This youngster, about six months of age, is at the right point of his life to appreciate such a fun adjunct to play-time. And he does. He attacks it, bites it, kicks it, wrestles with it and jumps on it – all the things a spirited cat should be doing.
Please excuse more blurry pictures. It’s difficult to capture a tiger pouncing.