Generally speaking, I disapprove of playing with toys. I feel it diminishes my dignity, and it sends the Human scurrying for the flashy box.
But a few weeks ago, she brought home a beige rattly ball of nippy, yarny goodness (see it right beneath my Mancatly Roman nose? And no, my nose does NOT resemble a button, nor does it have just a hint of sweet upturn). My friends, this ball even has irresistible tentacles, like some kind of land-octopus!
Though it shames me to confess, I lubz my rattly ball. And the Human let slip that it came TWO to a package. I have yet to see its twin.
So, Kitties, "What I want from each and every one of you is a hard-target search of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse and doghouse in the area!"
The Human and I will send a prize to the first kitteh to correctly identify the source of the quotation ;-)