Kipling, play dead! **BANG**
(No, he doesn’t actually know this trick. But wouldn’t it be cool if he did?)
I found the most adorable pattern for a knitted kitty in one of Eskimimi’s older blog posts, and immediately added it to my favourites list on Ravelry. I might knit a few of these, stuff them with yarn scraps and catnip, and give them to the cats as toys.
Of course, there’s a possibility that they won’t be appreciated; Floyd’s favourite toy is a fur mouse, and Kipling’s is any string that a person is willing to drag around for him. Floyd will entertain himself with the mouse – tossing it up in the air and pouncing on it, carrying it around the house, leaving it in Pirate-Husband’s slippers, and so on. Kipling, on the other hand, only seems to want to play if a person is at the other end of the string. The other day I caught him chasing the shadow of his own tail, whirling around and around but never quite catching it. His efforts built up one heck of a static charge, and when he came over to see what I was laughing at, he zapped his nose on my finger. I felt so bad for him!