For his birthday he got some feather toys because those are his favorites. They disappear from time to time. Occasionally a feather or two from them show up only to disappear again. He really loves his feather toys!
Remember this picture from his birthday party? He was so happy with his new toy!
Yesterday the feather toy showed up. I found it laying in the middle of the living room, a sad, broken, mess of a toy if ever there was one. It had one bent and broken little feather left. And to be honest, I was surprised it had that much!
Clearly this was a message. A cry for a new toy, new feathers, more feathers!
What’s an indulgent cat-mom supposed to do?? Well it would take a heart harder than mine to deny the little sweetheart. So I dug out the mate that came with the birthday feather toy, the one I’d wisely put away because I was sure he would go into a feather ecstasy from which he’d never recover.
Poor ol’ dead feather toy next to the bright shiny new one.
What happened next was beyond adorably cute. And you know what? I didn’t get a single picture of it. Not even one. True, I’m still recovering (set backs and oh so fun additional things like anemia drawing this out, ugh), but still you’d think I could have gotten out the camera for a moment.
But no. I just enjoyed watching my baby carry, flip, toss, and bat round his new feather toy all by myself. And boy did he go nuts with it. And when he’d worn himself out, he, the feather toy, and myself, we took a snooze on the couch.
Life is good.
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It is a good life - new toy, play time and a nap with mom.... Have a great weekend!
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