Cats are such strange creatures.
George, well, he is a cat all right.
I have bought this cat real cat toys in the past. He has some little animals that he plays with on occasion. But his favorite thing is the ring from the milk jug. I call them trash toys. He also like plastic forks. But those hurt more when you step on them in the middle of the night.
So what is the deal with that? Lucy is the same way.
She loves to play with the milk ring. But instead of playing with the plastic bags, she licks them.
And of course as soon as I try to take a picture or get a snippet of video, off she runs.
Aspen... well, Aspen is not much for play of any kind. She is a weird, skittish creature.
And then there is the box thing. If there is a box around, they all have to try it on for size.
Some cats are better suited to some boxes.
Big George. Tiny box. No problem.
He totally smashed this one when he tried to get more comfortable and stretch out in it.
Sometimes I look at them and wonder "Why do we keep these odd creatures in our homes?"