The other day, I received a treasured Priority Mail envelope (they're few and far between these days) and don't you know, the tearstrip made it home in my bag...I pulled it out on top of a stack of things making their way upstairs, which of course, landed on the bed. I forgot about it...and at bedtime, guess what?
Yup. The Meezer discovered it and you can see the gleam in her eyes, right? (Ok, I admit that's the flash)...The Tonk was almost instantly interested (he heard us playing with the strip, of course)
Tonk, it's just the very best toy evah!
said The Meezer, but you know that was a big mistake because...
I thought I'd have to intervene and take it away from The Tonk before The Meezer lost all interest (she's a good Mama cat and lets the "baby" take all the good toys, but she looks after them longingly...he NEVER lets her play.
But then,the next thing I knew...she had it again.
and when we all retired for the night, I draped it around her neck for safekeeping.
It's mine, Tonk, hush now, go to sleep, I'm keeping it safe, no worries.