Our family loves toys. Mom even has toys
of her own. Dad’s toys are in the form of
gadgets, computer stuff, and music gear.
Mom’s grown up cubs like toys and, I’m sure
you wouldn’t be surprised to hear, the grand
cubs like toys, too. Nimbus, Velvet and I have
a super favorite toy. It is a bird on a string,
tied to a stick. Nimbus has done flips in the
air for this fine toy. All of us give the “bird” the
killing bite when we capture it. Sometimes we
are known to fight amongst ourselves for this
toy. This is why it gets put away after playtime.
We destroyed one, so dad bought us two.
Mom gets the giggles when he has one in
each hand and we are practically colliding
in the air trying to get at the flying birds.
Velvet can get quite vicious over toys. Don’t
get in her way and you won’t get hurt! She’s
also super fast. She’ll climb anything in pursuit
of her prey. She even looks scary when she’s
“hunting”. She’ll kick any cat or dog’s behind
that gets between her and what she’s after.
Nimbus is scared of some of the toys, or at
least cautious. He hangs back and observes
that is until you get the bird toy out. Then
everyone better watch out. Once he captures
it he gives it the killing bite and tries to take it to
his lair. He growls at anyone who gets close.
I haven’t been able to figure out how he can
actually hiss with his mouth full. But hiss and
growl like a demented thing he does.
Phoebe likes the feather boa on a stick. She
also plays a game called “evil envelope”. Don’t
get your hand too close to her claws when you’re
playing this game. It involves a person holding an
envelope and saying, “poo poo kitty kitty” while
wiggling it. She loves to shred the envelope.
She’s shredded mom a few times, too, with her
fishhooks of doom. Once she shredded mom’s
face accidentally when she fell off of mom’s head
when mom was asleep. The tear went all the way
through mom’s lip. This meant lots of cuss words
and a trip to the emergency room for stitches.
Mom has enough toy stuffed animals to fill a king
sized bed and then some. This is a problem because
she gave the bed to her oldest cub when he got
married. Mom and dad sleep on a full sized futon.
No room for all of us let alone these stuffed toys.
Sheesh, now they are piled all over the house.
Mom has other stupid toys, too. Her cubs
encourage her by buying her more. The last
thing was the Gary the Snail matchbox car and
Felix the Cat fan club button the oldest cub bought
mom. She takes some of her toys to work, but not
enough in my opinion. Even though mom has
made special spaces for us, I feel that we need
more space not more toys!
Like I’ve already mentioned dad’s toys are gadgets,
computer stuff and music gear. Don’t tell him but I
was the one who played with his guitar cable and
chewed it up. Well, maybe Phoebe chewed it a little.
I like to play with the computer, too. Dad’s toys are
actually cool. I figured out how to turn on the
computer and make the CD burner noisy. Dad did
something so that I couldn’t keep doing this all night
long. I still try, sometimes, though. I’m thinking that
it is only a matter of time before he forgets to do
what he does.
Some other time I’ll tell you all about the canine toys.
They like to play, too, and have their different games
and toys that they like to play with. Actually one of
Nimbus’s games is to trap Lightening and loom.
Lightening is afraid of Nimbus and actually needs
Guiseppe to escort him past this nemesis when
Nimbus has him trapped. Nimbus also bothers
Lightning by pawing him as Lightning walks by,
or looming over him when the poor dog is sleeping
in the chair. That naughty Nimbus, what a character!
Hugs from,
Dakota, Pixie-Bob
