My husband captured this sequence of Effie’s mid-air mouse take-downs; his camera, eye, and hand are faster than mine.
I always find Effie Airwalker’s hunting escapades delightful. I believe she instinctively apprehends the laws of physics, even though I suspect she is motivated to make the laws conform to her aspirations. Like Cat Stevens, she makes her own rules.
My husband has gallantly proposed that we get Effie a G-suit for Christmas.
I knew Effie would love this tunnel as soon as I saw it. Plus, it helped me get free shipping on my order of buckwheat flour!
We need to look into this. . .
I smell catnip!
Ummm, it’s here in a pocket! I love this!
This is so cool!
And it’s mine!
Effie assumes an aggressive posture against the low-flying mouse. . .
Mathilde, one our six Rhode Island Red hens (all indistinguishable and all named Mathilde), exited the chicken tractor from a gap underneath the bottom when it was inadvertently moved over an uneven bit of higher ground. She wandered around the yard, trying to find a suitable nesting place in which to lay her egg. She finally gave up and returned to the hutch the same way she escaped.
For Effie, boxes are a source of ecstasy and fantasy.
“A good time was had by all.”
Effie’s initial objective was apparently to hide or bury her new black mouse behind a row of shelved books. But once she retrieved her mouse, she evidently decided that she preferred playing on the books to playing with her mouse. The large blue book is Black’s Law Dictionary.
I do have to reshelf books a lot, but think of what we save on cat toys!
I decided to assemble a slide show with highlights of Effie’s adventures with her interactive kinetic toy. I also decided that it was okay to use a photo that I had just published with another post, because, (a) it was in its proper context, and (b) I like the photo a lot.
And, some updated information concerning the toy: I have found it a good idea to stow it at night in a place where Effie cannot access it. The squeak, the squeak–it’s cute while she’s playing, but kind of an acquired taste throughout the night. . . .
Effie’s famous tether-mouse Spring ‘n’ Chomp move
She’s young, she’s strong, she practices while we sleep. . . .
This wasn’t technical. I tied Effie’s stuffed toy mouse by its tail to a piece of sisal string about 3 ft. long and made a wrist loop at the other end of the string. I drew the mouse along the floor, launched it upward, and maneuvered it around, swinging it over Effie’s head–the usual cat-toy moves–as I went about dusting with my other hand. (Obviously, this left me unable to hold a camera as well, so I took this photo afterwards.)
Effie had fun and my near-full attention, and I had fun and completed my Wednesday dusting drill without the usual draining fatigue. After all, dusting is tiring specifically because it is dull, but playing with my cat is engaging and energizing. It’s a simple matter to dust and entertain your cat and yourself at the same time.
Mouse ahead! Lightspeed, Effie! Claws on stun!