Higgins, our newest feline, has wormed his way into our household with his sweet disposition and ornery mischief. We’ve found out he loves water, especially playing with the trickle of water from a faucet, and all things crinkly.
An empty paper kitty litter bag is immediately possessed and made into the Catcave if it’s not put in the dumpster. Here’s an example from a little while ago (yes, I have too much time on my hands, so let’s just get THAT out of the way right now).
Higgins discovers there’s a paper bag on the floor and claims it as his own. Crinkle, crinkle…I toss a wadded up tissue over by him, to see if he will play. Yes, the tissue is clean – free of boogies. Higgins won’t leave his home base. Instead, he stretches out, never leaving his bag, and eyes the tissue wad with disdain.
To reach out his paw and actually bat at it would require too much effort, so he oozes back onto his paper sack and looks at me as if to say, “is that the best you can do?”.