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It's a rainy day out, and Bruce (my cat) is beside himself with boredom, so I've gone the usual route and chased him all around the house until he flops on his back and demands belly rubs; this can last a good five chases which often leave us both breathless. That is his preferred method of play.
His second: chase around (and stalk like a ninja) his Neko Flies (he has three, but only one is still intact: the katarantula cat toy). He will carry this "fly" around the house hoping someone with thumbs notices it and gives it a twirl (but he is observant enough to know that it's not challenging if that wielder is seated and watching TV, so he has choice words to tell that person for motivation). He had a silly duck-on-a-string before, but it's more sentimental now -- he won't attack it, but he'll bring it to bed with him.
Third: plastic bags. Loves hiding in them, attacking them, being carried around in them, and making them crinkle. A bit of supervision required to make sure he doesn't smother himself or chew pieces off, and he's set.
And last but not least: playing outside in the yard. He puffs out his little chest like hes the Lion King in tall grass. Sadly, he got into the neighbours' yard for the second time this month, so all his frolics are at the end of a tether now. Undignified for the King of the Yard, but necessary to keep his Royal Poops out of the kid-next-door's sandbox.
How do your cats prefer to play?
His second: chase around (and stalk like a ninja) his Neko Flies (he has three, but only one is still intact: the katarantula cat toy). He will carry this "fly" around the house hoping someone with thumbs notices it and gives it a twirl (but he is observant enough to know that it's not challenging if that wielder is seated and watching TV, so he has choice words to tell that person for motivation). He had a silly duck-on-a-string before, but it's more sentimental now -- he won't attack it, but he'll bring it to bed with him.
Third: plastic bags. Loves hiding in them, attacking them, being carried around in them, and making them crinkle. A bit of supervision required to make sure he doesn't smother himself or chew pieces off, and he's set.
And last but not least: playing outside in the yard. He puffs out his little chest like hes the Lion King in tall grass. Sadly, he got into the neighbours' yard for the second time this month, so all his frolics are at the end of a tether now. Undignified for the King of the Yard, but necessary to keep his Royal Poops out of the kid-next-door's sandbox.
How do your cats prefer to play?
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