I heard a clamor behind my computer this morning. What was the fuss? Andy wound himself up playing with a folded piece of paper!
Note in the video that a $16 interactive cat toy is in the upper left of the frame. “Make your own fun” is Andy’s motto. And it is free!
Loved this video of Andy and no matter how many cat condos or toys we have bought Ali, her fav is a brown paper bag.
LOL! Of course!
Although I ( hesitantlantly) admit that I’m not a cat person, I will gladly say that I am enamored by the selfless enthusiasm of cat lovers. I admire the fever with which you adore cats and aspire to some day understand your passion for cats and experience the joy they bring . There is room for all of us here on the earth currently so …… Follow that which brings you joy . Humbly , H. Joel Johnson Moonstruck4131
I became one by accident. Or maybe it was the cat’s plan…! Anyway, in my old neighborhood, my neighbors across the street had a calico and a gray tabby cat, sister and brother. They didn’t get along, so the tabby (Woody) spent most of his day on our patio. He was a large cat, very sweet-dispositioned (except toward his sister…!), almost dog-like. We became best buddies. I even grew catnip for him and his sister, though I had to sneak the catnip to her when Woody was on the neighborhood circuit. When I retired, I decided I needed a pet. Since I live in a retirement compound, a dog (my first choice) seemed a poor choice. I decided on a cat, remembering what a sweetheart Woody was, then his sister was after Woody died and she was able to stop by unmolested. Up till Woody and Cali, though, I would have thought of myself as a dog person since I had a pooch as a kid and my grandmother’s dog had “adopted” me as his preferred human when I was an infant. I can’t explain why cats fascinate so much other than to suggest people spend time around them and see for themselves! (Of course, there are so many cat videos on YouTube, one easily can see them in action without dealing with litter boxes and ruined furniture, but you miss out on the fun parts, too, like holding them and feeling a purr massage your body!)
I became one by accident. Or maybe it was the cat’s plan…! Anyway, in my old neighborhood, my neighbors across the street had a calico and a gray tabby cat, sister and brother. They didn’t get along, so the tabby (Woody) spent most of his day on our patio. He was a large cat, very sweet-dispositioned (except toward his sister…!), almost dog-like. We became best buddies. I even grew catnip for him and his sister, though I had to sneak the catnip to her when Woody was on the neighborhood circuit. When I retired, I decided I needed a pet. Since I live in a retirement compound, a dog (my first choice) seemed a poor choice. I decided on a cat, remembering what a sweetheart Woody was, then his sister was after Woody died and she was able to stop by unmolested. Up till Woody and Cali, though, I would have thought of myself as a dog person since I had a pooch as a kid and my grandmother’s dog had “adopted” me as his preferred human when I was an infant. I can’t explain why cats fascinate so much other than to suggest people spend time around them and see for themselves! (Of course, there are so many cat videos on YouTube, one easily can see them in action without dealing with litter boxes and ruined furniture, but you miss out on the fun parts, too, like holding them and feeling a purr massage your body!)
This is a hoot. Never fails, our pets make their own fun with things we discard as garbage! My dogs like to tear apart envelopes that I discard from the mail.
The biggest scandal in this house happened the day I learned cats, too, will overturn trash! Andy retrieved one political mailer from the trash so many times, I finally just left it out where he could challenge his brother not to take it. (Dougy, of course, waited till Andy wasn’t around, and he’d plop himself down on it!) It got pretty ratty before i finally sneaked it away from the boys and trashed it on trash day. My boys like envelopes, too.
Our animal friends are likely perplexed as to why we spend money on toys when they can find fun anywhere. It reminds me of my childhood when my sisters and I could make a day out building box forts or making shoe box cars for our barbies. It appears whether in the human or animal mind, using one’s imagination is far more entertaining than accepting what marketers tell us is fun. Our fur buddies are so smart.
True, true, true! I’ve lived with cats long enough to know this is fundamentally true, yet I continue to buy fancy toys, thinking each new one will be different! Ha! Pens, paper, boxes, string (which I have to keep them from eating…!) make up big parts of what they really like to play with by themselves or together. The pole toys get good use, with or without me available. I have to keep those out of their reach except when I can play with them too.