Everything is new to Sebastian, and he's just discovered birds. Finally, one of my cats appreciates that the kitty condo is right next to a second-floor window, which is right next to a tree bursting with these wondrous flitty things. Sebastian's little jaw was working hard this morning, chittering at the sight of the half dozen or so songbirds braving the January chill. A scampering squirrel added to his obvious delight.
In time, he'll learn about flies and mosquitoes and various bugs that slip inside in warmer weather. But for now, he's got the next best thing, a Cat Dancer toy. A long coat-hanger-weight wire with twisted brown paper at each end--that's the Cat Dancer. But put it between your fingers just so, and flick your wrists, and you've got an excited cat chasing some unfortunate flying insect. Unfortunate, because my boy is quick--zigging, zagging, leaping, catching, biting--even tearing the toy from my hand to trot off with his pint-sized prize. It's such fun for him, and such a good workout. Got to keep that Baryshnikov body for as long as possible!
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