I feel sorry for Xanadu. He is a healthy, active kitten and needs play-time, but of course I can give him only a fraction of what he needs. I try to spend time with him but that is limited even when I am home.
When free of the library, he enjoys the nylon tunnel, zooming through it, jumping over it and wrestling with its ends. He has a favourite fat-mouse toy, and he loves the string-toy. He will try to capture it and then carry it about in his mouth. I have to follow him or else he will drag the stick about and bang it in to things.
I also play with him in the library; I think he simply likes to have company, though he is not a lap-cat, so far. He digs my books – literally. When one of my books is open, he will scrabble at it with his paws, as if delving for something. He will sometimes look under it. I don’t know what he thinks it is, or for what he is searching. At least he’s not trying to eat the books, as the Felons attempted.