My sister had no idea she was sending us a new cat toy. She sent us a box of homemade treats. We'll enjoy the toffee, peanut brittle and home grown walnuts. Charlotte gets the box. It only takes a few minutes to convert the right size box to a great fun toy. One (or more) jingly ball sealed inside a cardboard box with a few holes big enough for a paw but too small to allow the ball(s) to come out provides hours of kitty fun. Then, when she bites one of the holes big enough to get the ball, we just another box. For $20-40 you can buy a plastic one, professionally designed ... we spent a couple bucks for a half dozen jingly balls at the grocery store. This is her second box - she chewed one of the holes bigger and got the ball out of the first one ... after a couple weeks or more. Today, as she heard the ball rattle around while I cut the holes she was climbing my leg to get to the box and poke her "arm" inside.
We don't know yet if it's a new phase or temporary change, but Charlotte is no longer pouncing on our feet around 7 am. Instead, she's likely to come back to bed and come under the covers. Or if she's still on the bed she'll move from her spot by Tom's feet and come under the covers. She's been letting us sleep as late as 8 or a bit after. . .
She has decided she likes to harass poor old Max. When she discovered she had the power to use her less than 5 pound body to make a 60 pound dog bark and get up and move, she was a holy terror. That first night she must have pounced on him at least 6 or 8 times in just a 20 minute period or so. Then she pursued him up to his preferred sleeping place at the top of the stair and did it a few more times. She now generally does it at least 2 or 3 times a day.
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