Kitty Floss

I do like to get something for the cats, a little new toy, when they are subjected to moving about. So at the store the other day I picked up a little stuffed fish on a string. It had a plastic 1 1/2' stick then a 1 1/2' string. Puff, the tabby, who believes himself to be a great hunter, is the recipient of this toy. He dearly loves to swat at things and does some great jumps and back flips when I swing the toys around and over his head.

He was a bit less than enthusiastic about this toy. I swung it for him and he jumped and batted at it for a bit and then settled back into his cat bed and just eyed me trying to entice him to play. I have no stamina in the effort so I gave up and just placed the stick-string-fish on the bed next to him. I should have known better.

Puff believes strongly in what my hubby refers to as kitty floss. Puff is a chewer. If he were a dog, no shoes would be safe. As it is, no strings or shoelaces are safe. He chomps down on any string he finds and gnaws it continually until it is reduced to tiny pieces. I've lost many a shoe lace and boot lace to him before I learned to hide my shoes in the closet or under something. So the next morning, it should not have been a surprise when I found the stick and the fish in good condition. The string had done its job as kitty floss and was now lying on the floor in about 10 pieces. Puff denies this addiction and pretends he knows nothing about how the string is in pieces. It just reminds me that I should just buy him a pair of shoelaces.