My cat, and love of my life, is named Checkers. Yes, I’m a blond-haired, blued-eyed, often goofy, single female who lives with a cat.
Yeah, yeah, I’m busy perpetuating all the stereo-types. My parents are very proud. Let’s move on, shall we?
Those of you who have cats may like this, those of you who don’t may still find it curious.
She has several nearly identical toys: round balls of fur about 2 inches across. They are not unlike the Tribbles in the original Star Trek episode, The Trouble With Tribbles. She will bat these around the living room, and then at some point when I’m not looking she carries each one to the food dish and drops them in.
What I have yet to figure out is whether this is because she thinks they are food (therefore belonging in the dish with the kibbles), or because she thinks they need food because she thinks of them as animals. She will occasionally groom them, so my guess is the latter.