I’m not really a ‘play’ type of creature. I do play. I will chase Cleo up and down the halls, attack her when she’s sleeping, give in to the string on the stick, but in general I do not play.
Cleo plays, Mon Dieu, she plays. She goes to the point of doing parkour down the halls (it’s quite impressive, she can jump almost 6 feet). She even has a toy box that she gets into when she feels the need – she hasn’t quite gotten the hang of putting them away and it just clutters the place. I think it’s nice that she is so active.
I’ve only had one toy that I truly enjoyed and that was my flat mouse. Secretly I named him Sebastian, I like to say it was after Sebastian Cabot the Italian explorer and navigator but it was Sebastian from Little Mermaid. Sebastian was simply made, just a piece of suede in the shape of a mouse. Maybe some whiskers, maybe some eyes, that wasn’t important. I would play with him for hours, even now, if I knew where he was I would chase after him, stop, smell him and then just sits there. Happy times.
As all good things do, this one too, came to an end. By the time I lost Sebastian he was full of rips and bite marks and was as hard as cardboard. Perhaps he decomposed under the couch, who’s to know? I do know I loved that flat mouse.
“Thinking of you where ever you are- We pray for our sorrows to end and hope that our hearts will blend…” – Shiro Amano
