I tucked in a little crocheted mousie that I made and it's
lightly, very lightly, sprinkled with home-grown catnip (my neighbor). Maybe their handsome Sampson will like it.
Silkie doesn't like it because she only likes toys with
benefits.
She loves her 2 different treat balls (she gets treats from
them).
She loves her furry store-bought mousie (his belly has a
Velcro opening and I can really STUFF it with catnip).
She likes the laser pointer whenever I feel like I've got
the energy to play with her (she goes through spells where she does nothing but
lie there and stare at it, sort of stalking it).
And she likes to chase the Bissell hand-sweeper when I try
to do a quick-sweep (to pick up the little pebbles from her fave clay litter).
But this little mousie that I crocheted with love, with my
own old hands, just for her - nope - nada - there's no reward (sigh).
I think I've said this before, but if there is anything at
all to reincarnation, I'm comin' back as a cat to a house that adores cats.
Cats do not have to do tricks. They do not have to beg. They do not have to
fetch. They just ... are!
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