He's never been interested in expensive cat toys. I know this because when he was a kitten (and over the last 6 years) I spent a small fortune in an effort to entertain Henry, only for him to turn his nose up at my gifts and go back to sleep.
His favourite toys, to chase, are scrunched up tin foil and greaseproof paper. He also enjoys feathers, balloons and earbuds, but these don't do his digestive system any favours. I was absolutely horrified when I saw he had pooped a bright red Pizza Hut balloon the girls had brought home one day. I guess I should be grateful he is so easily pleased by the contents of my kitchen cupboards.
However, the other day I came home with a fluffy toy rat. It didn't claim to be anything special and didn't even say it was stuffed with catnip. Suddenly, Henry decided to diss his peaceful ways and awoke his inner hunter. He clamped it in his jaws and shook it violently, kicked and scratched at it with his back paws and ran, batted and chased it all over the house.
Sadly, this is the carnage I came home to the next day. Bits of kapok rat innards were scattered in every room. R.I.P. Ratty xXx
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