Cats are supposed to love this toy, but Floyd and Kipling only care about it when I put catnip on it. I have to get it way down into the cardboard, or else Kipling will devour it all as if he’s some kind of herbivore. They take turns proclaiming ownership of the thing, first snorting and rolling and forgetting their dignity, and then fighting over it. One will chase the each other away, then spread himself out as wide as possible over the toy.
Then comes the realization that, on one’s side like that, one has not taken a defensible position – one is vulnerable to attacks from the side. One must be attentive and protect the property!
This is very serious business indeed.