Cali plays fetch with me. All I need is a wad of newspaper. Fuck the rest of the cat toys; all she wants is newspaper.
She’ll chase it around, then bring it back to me, even plopping it right into one of my hands, rather than by my feet.
The last time I saw this kitty behavior was when Oliver Twist was my kitty. He died a good nine years ago, at age 17. I got him when he was a kitten.
He turned out to be a total doll, and a huge wuss, after he got through his teenager stage.
Cali will probaby be the same, but brassier. Right now, I’m content with playing “fetch” with her. She’s good at it. And, it keeps her off the windowsills, where she can knock off my orchids, or destroy some crockery.
I have to agree. I’ve known only two cats who had the fetching bug, one of which–a champagne-mink Tonkinese whom we call Chula–currently let’s us live with him. His brother, Mongkut, (Siamese) likes to fetch, but only occaisionally.
Sadly that doesn’t keep either one out of mischief. (We can’t watch them ALL the time!) Consequently things always get knocked over. But we do manage to limit the damage by keeping the breakables out of reach. (So far, that is.)
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I wish my two cats played fetch. Though Star invented her own game. She figured out if she pushes a piece of scrap paper or like a butterscotch candy wrapper over the air conditioning vent it gets blown into the air for her to pounce on for a fun game.
The only kind of fetch my cats ever played was catching a mouse or bird, maiming it and then leaving it in the house for me to catch.
Come to think of it, they might have been playing fetch with me!
Hehe, my Raoul (RIP, big guy) used to do the mouse/bird “fetch” game with me. I’d dispose of the poor critter in question, Raoul would bring it back (or bits of it, anyway), I’d get rid of it again, he would find it, etc.
I had a small terrier that would do that catch the bird thing. Except it always started out with a theft. She would hide under the bushes in the yard. And if she was stalking something you could call her name until you were blue in the face and get no answer.
A cat would catch the bird, start to cross the yard. Muffin (shortened from Ragamuffin) would then charge the cat, startling it. Cat would drop what ever it had caught and Muffin would then appropriate the prey and bring it me as if she were the proud hunter.
LOL at Muffin. My grandparents used to have a Yorkie named Ragamuffin that they called Muffin. I don’t think it ever stole another animal’s prey, though.
At my previous house, a neighbor’s cat used to leave me dead birds on my front porch. I thought of it as sort of a “thank you for the catnip” it used to munch from my herb pots. More than once, I caught Jaguar rolling around on the front walk, high as a kite, then would find a dead bird by the front door the next morning.
Sounds like a nice little racket you had going there. 😉
Muffin was a Cairn.