Both Horace and Zofia have found a fun playground amid the support-bars and legs of the dining table’s chairs. Ivory likes to have a string-toy sweep in and out under the chairs, while Little Miss Zed doesn’t need anyone to play with her to enjoy the environment. I’ve watched her take about ten seconds to decide how best to attack a fuzzy mouse on the other side of a chair: jumping over a bar, or zooming under it? In both cats’ cases, though, they grapple with the bars and legs to a degree far in excess of what is needed to secure victory in the struggle with a toy. The fight is fun in itself. I think they view the setting as a feline equivalent of a jungle-gym.