I consider myself a fun and attentive pet parent, and make sure I engage my cats in regular play time. They have an ungodly amount of store-bought toys and their fair share of crap they’ve found that have become toys. What I find is that, even with all of our intentional playing, there are times I’m entertaining them and don’t even know I’m doing it.
Here are five ways my cats have a good time:
As I’m falling asleep or waking up, I move around in the bed a bit. This, of course, means my feet look like unidentified prey to my cats. If one of my cats is in bed with me, and lucid enough, she’ll go after my footsies with her claws and teeth. This is not the most relaxing way to fall asleep or the most gentle way to awaken. I’m just trying to enjoy a little peace and kitty is saying, “Yay! Let’s play!” Thank goodness I don’t have restless leg syndrome.
My nosy cats all gather ’round when I’ve returned from grocery shopping. First, they can’t keep their snouts out of the bags, pawing at everything that moves. But just when they think their jollies have come to a close, the empty bags hit the floor and they can’t climb inside fast enough. I just want to hurry up and put the damn groceries away so I can relax (not a fan of grocery shopping), and my cats think I’ve manufactured all this awesomeness for them. It’s always about them, isn’t it? And I have to mention this: If you are going to leave your cats unattended with a grocery bag, make sure the handles are removed.
With a cat in the room, putting sheets on the bed is never a quick process. Kitty wants to be on the sheets, under the sheets, on the blankets, under the blankets — she jumps around like a preschooler under one of those giant parachutes. And attempting to remove the cat from the bed is futile; they’re back on in seconds flat. I usually end up making up the bed on top of the cat. I’m sure they think that’s a good time, too.
All three of my cats can’t descend upon the scene fast enough when I’ve arranged the gift-wrapping supplies on the floor. I know I could do this on a table, but there’s just more room on the floor. What I gain in room, I lose in peace. Everything is a cat toy. They love walking across the crinkly wrapping paper, weasel themselves into bags and chew the tape on the rolls. I’m sure they think I’m the best mom ever for providing them with such entertainment.
My human family and I enjoy games and puzzles. The cats assume that little pieces of anything must be for them. They’ll flop on top of a partially finished jigsaw puzzle and lazily bat pieces out of place. I’ve found dice and checkers under the sofa. It doesn’t matter who’s playing the game — the cats always win.
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About the Author: Angie Bailey is an eternal optimist with an adoration of all things silly. Loves pre-adolescent boy humor, puns, making up parody songs, thinking about cats doing people things and The Smiths. Writes Catladyland, a cat humor blog, Texts from Mittens (birthed right here on Catster) and authored whiskerslist: the kitty classifieds, a silly book about cats wheeling and dealing online. Partner in a production company and writes and acts in comedy web series that features sketches and mockumentaries. Mother to two humans and three cats, all of which want her to make them food.