Last night as Ray was once again indulging in an orgy of playing with kitty toys, I wondered to myself what really is so much fun about a basket of teeny tiny catnip stuffies, a crinkke tunnel, and a bunch of string?
And why is he so much gentler with many of these toys? After all, I would assume that one shake of the crinkle tunnel in the jaws of Godzilla would result in huge rips in the fabric.
Although the kitties like to “play string,” how much fun is it for an 80 pound puppy to fly through the air to catch the end of a string?
Then it hit me…does Ray think he is a kitty cat?