It's a doozy, my favorite plaything. It is kept in a special secret place (more about that one day soon) and it only comes out about twice a month. Now, under most circumstances, I'd complain about that (an outrage, right?) but somehow I understand the theory behind this system. If I had it every day, perhaps I would tire of it, or--quelle horreur--lose it. No, for once I can understand the role scarcity plays in my enjoyment, and even more surprising, I understand the Human is doing this for my benefit. And that's something you don't hear Spitty say very often. Or ever.
* And shame on you Kitties and Humans whose naughty minds went there. Besides, I don't even have those anymore. Not even one.