Yesterday, I stopped in to buy a bag of litter. I noticed a display of sparkley cat toys. Now. Houdini has a boa type toy that we've stuck the handle into a drawer and shut it up leaving it to dangle enticingly. Sometime, you might walk into the kitchen and see a paw withdrawing from it, going back under the hoosier, but other than that, and the sock love, I've not really seen much sign that he's a playful cat.
Looking at the display though, I wondered. I've never seen a cat that can resist chasing after something, so I picked up a few things. Before bed, I scattered them around the kitchen, hoping to pique his attention. I also set down a bowl of heated kibble for him. Then I went to bed.
This morning I opened the kitchen door and everything was catty-wumpus....scatter rugs were scattered everywhere. One of the toys had glittery pompoms and feathers. 'Had' is the operative word. Shoes knocked assunder, A bowl had been knocked, spilling kibble on the floor. Toys were everywhere. Kitty chaos had very obviously reigned surpreme in the night. Made me laugh.
I set everything back to rights and gave him a scritch under his chin and a couple kitty treats. He purred and he was still purring loudly as I sat there drinking my morning coffee. At one point, he stood up and peeked around the corner, watching me carefully. I spoke to him and very slowly, he retreated back to his bed between the wall and the hoosier.
The little critter is sorting it out.