I got a balloon on Sunday.
The original recipient didn't want this. Balloons and cats seem to go together, thanks to the curling ribbon. I tried to entice someone into play.
She chewed for a bit but the ribbon isn't as long as some of them so when the balloon is up against the ceiling, they can't reach it. Pilchard doesn't seem to be remotely interested in this. Maybe when it loses some of its helium and floats lower in the living room, I'll see more play.
Dragging the measuring tape around yields better results.
She attacked that ferociously. We had a great time, for about 10 minutes, of my dragging the tape across the recliner and her charging after it. It's kind of hard to get good photos when you're playing with the cat.
I'm on a Cheerios kick right now. I bought the biggest yellow box I could get and that's what I'm going to have for breakfast. I should have bought bananas, too, but I didn't think about that. I have to take pills in the morning and Mija knows that when I sit down with a bowl, chances are very good, there's milk in it.
I usually pour a bit extra so I have my cereal, use the residual milk to wash down my pills and then have a tablespoon left for her. It depends upon the cereal I've had whether she actually drinks the milk. When I have chocolate Chex, she's not interested. But when it's Cheerios without bananas, she's almost in my bowl with me.
Ah, life with cats.
Beverage: Scottish Breakfast tea