What Ladies Do Behind Closed Doors

Lady Emily is, in fact, still part kitten. 

Monday night we booted both boys out of her bedroom, closed the door, and invited her to play with the feather cat teaser on the broad expanse of the bed. We tuned the play for her, keeping the teaser less active and often just crawling along the far end of the bed. 

She took nicely to it, stalking and pouncing. She doesn't latch on like the Mighty Hunter does (a good thing), but rather tends to abandon the teaser when it's pinned under her paws and it turns out not to be edible. She does returns to the hunt after the teaser "wakes up" again, and shows proper feline moves for chasing it down. 
She does tire sooner than the boys, of course, but it held her attention as long as any play toy we've had in the house. 

Target Rich Environment

We bought more teasers over the weekend, specifically a replacement feather teaser and a pom-pom teaser. Both passed.

An interesting use for two teasers is that when Billy the Mighty Hunter pounces on one teaser, the second teaser can be used to retrieve the first teaser. Basically, he doesn't know his own limits -- he can't keep two prey trapped at once, but tries anyway.

Unfortunately, Billy still seems too agressive with the teasers; I am cutting him off. He will still get to attack the ribbon teaser, which he doesn't seem too violent with.

Photo Friday - A Portrait of the Might Hunter

One of the many things we have taught the cats that we will regret at some future date is hopping up on the stairway newel post. In this case, Billy is studying an off-camera feather with great intent.

Turkey Day Recap

My charges were lonely. The cat sitter came, but she didn't bring Turkey or Tuna or Chocolate (we plush cats have a different diet) or anything. So the self-propelled ones got their usual diet, but fewer snuggles.

I'm sure the humans will share kitty treats when they come home though! (Tosci's Bear, in Syracuse with the humans, says they miss the kids already.)

Guardian Kitty to the Rescue

The humans went to visit family at Thanksgiving, and left me Sasha in charge!

Okay, so they also hired a cat sitter.

(We plush creatures have always been a computer literate bunch.)

Anyway, the boys want me to order a pizza with extra anchovies (hold the cheese) for them. But I don't think we are in their delivery area and Dominoes doesn't let you order online. And how do we pay the delivery guy?

p.s. Don't tell the folks I was posting!

Daily Stench

Someone with four paws sprayed the wall next to the hallway litterbox. No suspects have been named, although CSI is trying to determine if the same someone left the lake in the closet earlier this week.

Farewell my Feathered Friend

Billy killed the feather teaser this morning.

The feathers themselves have been sickly the past couple of days, but that's not the part Billy did in. Rather, he and I got into one of our many tug of wars with the teaser, and the cap holding the string to the rod popped off.

The entire assembly has been given a proper burial, much to the mighty hunter's unhappiness -- he wasn't done hunting it, and later was heard meowing as he looked for it.

(We'll buy a new teaser this weekend.)