Now and then The Mistress is wont to introduce a new toy to the feline denizens of the House of Chaos. It keeps them on their toes and happily occupied. It rouses their interest and curiosity. But most important of all, it keeps them moving.
Cats need physical exercise. They need to burn off all those calories their usual food intake consists of, and since the typical run-of-the-mill feline is wont to spend 20 hours a day sleeping, napping, slumbering or otherwise occupied in the regions of Morpheus, it is imperative that they spend most of the remaining 4 hours as engrossed as possible in cheerful activity.
Now, good toys must attract a cat. He must feel his natural inquisitiveness tickled and raising to the occasion. His natural instincts to hunt anything that moves must be activated. And for that the toy should be challenging. But not too challenging, lest he be spooked and will spurn the offending toy for eternity. On the other side, one wants this toy to be used with the least simian involvement needed, since this will tire the simian to no end and that is not the purpose of this exercise ! No, the toy must be fully capable of completely captivating the cat’s interest without simian intervention at all. A self-propelling toy.
Our furry friends, by nature, will easily engage in play with nothing but a toy and themselves. They are notorious for batting at anything that even remotely has the chance of moving, hence the regular occurrence of countless of broken knick-knacks in many a household, and will seek out all by themselves what fun can be had with anything they encounter. Ever the playful hunter, our feline friends will certainly explore the playability of every toy to the hilt. And so it matters not really what toy you offer for their frolics, but simply how interesting the toy may move.
Enter the Weasel Ball. It’s a plastic ball with a weasel doll attached to it (by the nose) and with a machine in it that will make the ball roll all over the place and hence the weasel doll moving all over the place. And unexpectedly too. A most cunning little thing just right for the gentle tickling of feline curiosity, and the not-so-gentle being swapped about by feline paws. Although devised for the amusement of simian youngsters, The Mistress suspected that at least one of her furry babies would be interested in this unusual toy. And right she turned out to be too !
It shouldn’t surprise you that the hulkster-kitty would be interested. Oh yes, after the initial worried stare-down the valiant Bean Sidhe would pounce the beastie and victoriously conquer the unknown quantity, i.e. one fake weasel. He immediately found out how to best beat this strange contraption and was soon found happily munching on fake fur whilst keeping still that pesky ball. Even though it was way too hot (28° Celcius in da House) he cheerfully attacked the weasel ball and had fun all around.
Not so Hrimnir. Poor little Hrimmikins got scared out of his fur when I first put this thing on the floor. He can be found eyeing the moving ball & weasel from afar, his huge orbs eyeballing its every move. Whenever the danger posed itself of that weasel-thing coming too close to his august little form Hrimnir evacuated swiftly to safer environs. He does NOT like this toy. Even when I turned it off and presented it to my darling Peacemaker he refused to have anything whatsoever to do with it and ran away. Weasel is not his friend.
The Weasel Ball also managed -and not a great feat that is actually- to anger Zorro. From the first moment when I turned it on and let it loose on the floor did he jump down the Cupboard of Many Treasures and proceeded towards the offending item with murder in his eyes and claws out. Zorro does not like to be startled, certainly not by an animated inanimate thing and he somehow conveyed the message to me that he would rather prefer the real thing, i.e. a live weasel. Sadly these critters won’t come cheap and it’s difficult to wash the blood off the wallpaper so I had to respectfully decline his request. At which point he vented his anger on the Weasel Ball and I had to take it away lest it be destroyed.
It shouldn’t surprise you that both Loup-Garou and Frankette refuse to remain in the same House with that… that… thing. I didn’t even see them leaving the premises, they were just gone the moment I activated the toy. Clearly the oldster and the youngster are not delighted by this new plaything and have voted with their paws. And no doubt they would have been in the Garden of Chaos, morosely commiserating with each other on how the standards of the House have been sinking so low lately and what has happened with the Mistress’ sanity.
So, the only feline denizen of the House of Chaos happy with the Weasel Ball is Bean Sidhe. And it just so happens that he is the kitty most in need of physical exercise, so I can judge this outcome a resounding success.
Resounding as in Bannikins’ paws thudding all over the place when he pounces his new friend.
Picture below: CHOMP
Yay ! It’s weekend again and this means many Tunatinis and lots of stinky goodness to be had with the friends over at the Friday Ark, Carnival of the Cats hosted by Samatha Black and Mr. Tigger, Weekend Cat Blogging hosted by Katie and Puddy and Bad Kitty Cats Festival of Chaos hosted by Miz Mog and Kittens.