I was laughing WITH him, honest ;o)

Captain and Stanley both LOVE interactive wand-style kitty toys. Captain,
in particular, goes nuts for the ones that look like a miniature
feather-duster attached to a long wand. He completely de-feathered the
first one I gave them by constantly playing, stalking, and fighting with
it.

So, as their birthday was last Friday, we bought a few more wand toys for
them (which will be doled out in sequence, so they're not all mauled to
bits at once). Two of the wand toys are the feather-duster style, and two
other wands are adorned with non-feather items that (I hope) will last a
bit longer.

The first toy to be pressed into service was one of the feather-wands. The
boys love it, of course. They can't get enough of chasing it. And when
Captain wants to play, he doesn't even wait for one of us to wave the toy
for him. He'll stalk it and "kill" it and carry it around by the bottom of
the featherduster. He looks for all the world like a leopard carrying his
kill by the nape of the neck, who's about to haul his prey up a tree. )

Last night, I was in our computer room on the second floor, when I heard a
bunch of bonking and clunking emanating from the living room downstairs.
Wondering what the cats had gotten into THIS time, I made my way down the
steps to see what was going on.

At first, I thought Captain was carrying his featherduster around by the
"nape" of its "neck", as he was walking all round the front of the living
room with his prize. But then when he turned to walk TOWARD me, I saw that
he wasn't holding it in his mouth.

Somehow, when he wrestled with the toy, he got the wand all the way
through the link on his collar that holds the ID tag. He was walking
around with the wand toy installed under his throat, like the pictures of
the St. Bernard dogs carrying their cask of brandy on their collar. The
bonking and clunking was being caused by the wand bumping into various
pieces of furniture as Captain walked past.

Keeping myself from laughing aloud at this sight quickly became a losing
battle. The snorfle became a "hee hee", which gave way to belly laughs
in short order. I couldn't help it.

An annoyed Captain proceeded to run away from me when I tried to pick him
up and disengage the wand toy from his collar. In the process, the handle
bonked and clunked against more furniture, which only inspired me to laugh
even more. Finally, I got hold of him long enough to haul the toy clear
of his collar. By way of apology for laughing about his predicament, I had
a good chase session with him, and waved the toy all over creation so he
could stampede in pursuit of it.

But I wasn't laughing AT him. I was laughing WITH him. Honest. )

Donna

Gabey8 wrote in message
lkaboutpets.com...
Captain and Stanley both LOVE interactive wand-style kitty toys. Captain,
in particular, goes nuts for the ones that look like a miniature
feather-duster attached to a long wand. He completely de-feathered the
first one I gave them by constantly playing, stalking, and fighting with
it.

So, as their birthday was last Friday, we bought a few more wand toys for
them (which will be doled out in sequence, so they're not all mauled to
bits at once). Two of the wand toys are the feather-duster style, and two
other wands are adorned with non-feather items that (I hope) will last a
bit longer.

The first toy to be pressed into service was one of the feather-wands. The
boys love it, of course. They can't get enough of chasing it. And when
Captain wants to play, he doesn't even wait for one of us to wave the toy
for him. He'll stalk it and "kill" it and carry it around by the bottom of
the featherduster. He looks for all the world like a leopard carrying his
kill by the nape of the neck, who's about to haul his prey up a tree. )

Last night, I was in our computer room on the second floor, when I heard a
bunch of bonking and clunking emanating from the living room downstairs.
Wondering what the cats had gotten into THIS time, I made my way down the
steps to see what was going on.

At first, I thought Captain was carrying his featherduster around by the
"nape" of its "neck", as he was walking all round the front of the living
room with his prize. But then when he turned to walk TOWARD me, I saw that
he wasn't holding it in his mouth.

Somehow, when he wrestled with the toy, he got the wand all the way
through the link on his collar that holds the ID tag. He was walking
around with the wand toy installed under his throat, like the pictures of
the St. Bernard dogs carrying their cask of brandy on their collar. The
bonking and clunking was being caused by the wand bumping into various
pieces of furniture as Captain walked past.

Keeping myself from laughing aloud at this sight quickly became a losing
battle. The snorfle became a "hee hee", which gave way to belly laughs
in short order. I couldn't help it.

An annoyed Captain proceeded to run away from me when I tried to pick him
up and disengage the wand toy from his collar. In the process, the handle
bonked and clunked against more furniture, which only inspired me to laugh
even more. Finally, I got hold of him long enough to haul the toy clear
of his collar. By way of apology for laughing about his predicament, I had
a good chase session with him, and waved the toy all over creation so he
could stampede in pursuit of it.

But I wasn't laughing AT him. I was laughing WITH him. Honest. )

Donna


Of course you were. =o) When a cat is engaged in a non-graceful incident,
it's SOOO tempting to laugh at them. Their suave, cool image means so much
to them!

We nicknamed my friend's Leonardo (RB) "Barishnicat" because he would go
after his wand toys with tremendous, balletic leaps with all four paws off
the floor. =o)

Melissa

Gabey8 wrote:
At first, I thought Captain was carrying his featherduster around by
the "nape" of its "neck", as he was walking all round the front of
the living room with his prize. But then when he turned to walk
TOWARD me, I saw that he wasn't holding it in his mouth.

Somehow, when he wrestled with the toy, he got the wand all the way
through the link on his collar that holds the ID tag. He was walking
around with the wand toy installed under his throat, like the
pictures of the St. Bernard dogs carrying their cask of brandy on
their collar. The bonking and clunking was being caused by the wand
bumping into various pieces of furniture as Captain walked past.

Keeping myself from laughing aloud at this sight quickly became a
losing battle. The snorfle became a "hee hee", which gave way to
belly laughs in short order. I couldn't help it.

An annoyed Captain proceeded to run away from me when I tried to pick
him up and disengage the wand toy from his collar. In the process,
the handle bonked and clunked against more furniture, which only
inspired me to laugh even more. Finally, I got hold of him long
enough to haul the toy clear of his collar. By way of apology for
laughing about his predicament, I had a good chase session with him,
and waved the toy all over creation so he could stampede in pursuit
of it.

But I wasn't laughing AT him. I was laughing WITH him. Honest. )

Donna

Of course you were! Why is there never a camera around when you need one?
)

Jill

On Tue 12 Apr 2005 12:29:02p, Gabey8 wrote in
rec.pets.cats.anecdotes
alkaboutpets.com)
:

Somehow, when he wrestled with the toy, he got the wand all the
way through the link on his collar that holds the ID tag. He was
walking around with the wand toy installed under his throat,
like the pictures of the St. Bernard dogs carrying their cask of
brandy on their collar. The bonking and clunking was being
caused by the wand bumping into various pieces of furniture as
Captain walked past.


Yipes! Yup, those toys can be lethal if left to kitties own
devices! Glad it all worked out. Oh, and I like your method of
calling toys into duty in sequence. That made me giggle!


--
Cheryl

"The clever cat eats cheese and breathes down rat holes with baited
breath."
- W.C. Fields

"Gabey8" wrote in message
lkaboutpets.com...
Captain and Stanley both LOVE interactive wand-style kitty toys. Captain,
in particular, goes nuts for the ones that look like a miniature
feather-duster attached to a long wand. He completely de-feathered the
first one I gave them by constantly playing, stalking, and fighting with
it.

So, as their birthday was last Friday, we bought a few more wand toys for
them (which will be doled out in sequence, so they're not all mauled to
bits at once). Two of the wand toys are the feather-duster style, and two
other wands are adorned with non-feather items that (I hope) will last a
bit longer.

The first toy to be pressed into service was one of the feather-wands. The
boys love it, of course. They can't get enough of chasing it. And when
Captain wants to play, he doesn't even wait for one of us to wave the toy
for him. He'll stalk it and "kill" it and carry it around by the bottom of
the featherduster. He looks for all the world like a leopard carrying his
kill by the nape of the neck, who's about to haul his prey up a tree. )

Last night, I was in our computer room on the second floor, when I heard a
bunch of bonking and clunking emanating from the living room downstairs.
Wondering what the cats had gotten into THIS time, I made my way down the
steps to see what was going on.

At first, I thought Captain was carrying his featherduster around by the
"nape" of its "neck", as he was walking all round the front of the living
room with his prize. But then when he turned to walk TOWARD me, I saw that
he wasn't holding it in his mouth.

Somehow, when he wrestled with the toy, he got the wand all the way
through the link on his collar that holds the ID tag. He was walking
around with the wand toy installed under his throat, like the pictures of
the St. Bernard dogs carrying their cask of brandy on their collar. The
bonking and clunking was being caused by the wand bumping into various
pieces of furniture as Captain walked past.

Keeping myself from laughing aloud at this sight quickly became a losing
battle. The snorfle became a "hee hee", which gave way to belly laughs
in short order. I couldn't help it.

An annoyed Captain proceeded to run away from me when I tried to pick him
up and disengage the wand toy from his collar. In the process, the handle
bonked and clunked against more furniture, which only inspired me to laugh
even more. Finally, I got hold of him long enough to haul the toy clear
of his collar. By way of apology for laughing about his predicament, I had
a good chase session with him, and waved the toy all over creation so he
could stampede in pursuit of it.

But I wasn't laughing AT him. I was laughing WITH him. Honest. )

Donna

Suuuuurrrreee It sounds like a hoot!