Tarquin is one of very few cats I've met that doesn't have a negative association with the carrier. We keep it open under the coffee table, and during his first week with us he would just park himself inside if he was bored.
Cat:
Me-Sized Box is safe. It's mine, and no one else can fit in it. Well, sometimes I bring Fuzzy Worm inside, too.
Unsurprisingly, he's also a fan of a paper bag.
Cat:
Crinkly bag! I think I love you.
Human:
He tried to eat a small house spider the other night. It was a teeny thing, and at first I thought he was just going to watch it, but then he sniffed at it and tried to eat it. The spider's legs got tangled in his whiskers and fur and it just ended up crumpled and confused. It almost made it to safety, too, but Tarquin had a burst of predatory instinct and stamped at it with his big feet and tried to eat it again. I put the spider out of its misery.
Cat:
I found a Thing with Many Legs the other night! It might have been delicious, but it was too small to eat. Since I could not eat it, I was courageous and bested it in single combat. Lady Human acknowledged my victory by removing my defeated opponent from the arena.
The main piece of the fuzzy worm toy snapped right off the string. He still chased the string, so giving up on the toy didn't seem fair. Husband tied the string around the worm part. Tarquin doesn't seem to notice that it's different.
Cat:
Fuzzy Worm fell off and String still moved! Fuzzy Worm's essence lives in the string! String is still fun to chase, but is much harder to hold. Man Human did magic and put Fuzzy Worm back on the string. String is my real target, of course. One day I will eat it and absorb its power. But Fuzzy Worm makes String easier to catch, so I do not complain.
