Happy Weekend!
In my case, we decided to move the stove. Toys galore under that stove! And under the hutch in the kitchen. And under the bed. Molli has a toy that she carries around in her mouth, talks to, yells at, and brings to bed. Tabby has "Whitey" a little white mouse. She used to have Pinky, a pink mouse, that she took every where. She'd walk into the living room, see Pinky, yell "Pinky!" and leap on the poor mouse. When Pinky lost all semblance of micehood (fur rubbed off, no tail), we discretely threw her into the trash. Now, it's "Whitey!" and the same kind of leap from Tabby. She carries Whitey everywhere.
BooBoo used to chase toys during the night. They'd fly under the stove and then, Boo would start yelling. "Mom? Mom! Get my ball! MOM!" at 2:00 in the morning. "Go to bed, Boo!" "MOM!" Knowing any kind of sleep was futile until the ball was found, I'd get out of bed, grab the yardstick on top of the fridge, and look for the offending ball under the stove. Only to have it go back under the stove five minutes later. "MOM!" No wonder I was blurry-eyed in the morning.
Where do you find the most kitty toys? Are there any favorites with your kids?
In my case, we decided to move the stove. Toys galore under that stove! And under the hutch in the kitchen. And under the bed. Molli has a toy that she carries around in her mouth, talks to, yells at, and brings to bed. Tabby has "Whitey" a little white mouse. She used to have Pinky, a pink mouse, that she took every where. She'd walk into the living room, see Pinky, yell "Pinky!" and leap on the poor mouse. When Pinky lost all semblance of micehood (fur rubbed off, no tail), we discretely threw her into the trash. Now, it's "Whitey!" and the same kind of leap from Tabby. She carries Whitey everywhere.
BooBoo used to chase toys during the night. They'd fly under the stove and then, Boo would start yelling. "Mom? Mom! Get my ball! MOM!" at 2:00 in the morning. "Go to bed, Boo!" "MOM!" Knowing any kind of sleep was futile until the ball was found, I'd get out of bed, grab the yardstick on top of the fridge, and look for the offending ball under the stove. Only to have it go back under the stove five minutes later. "MOM!" No wonder I was blurry-eyed in the morning.
Where do you find the most kitty toys? Are there any favorites with your kids?