Story time!

We've had our cats for 2 years, they were 5 months old when we got them.

They both have their favorite toys, but Rory will carry his around howling into it. He sounds like he is in pain! (He is not, he has been checked out. I have trauma from an incompetent vet) He likes to take his toy, sit on the edge of the sink with the toy in his mouth and sing like Taylor Swift, if she were being strangled during a concert. (Sorry swifties!)

So at night we pick up their favorite toys.

Now reader, you may be thinking, "That's mean!" and we felt mean at first but we can SLEEP. And they have 2 large cat towers, 1 medium cat tower, 3 scratching posts, 2 cat tunnels, 2 interactive toys, and a toy box with a plethora of toys. They are fine.

But those toys aren't their FAVORITE.

Until last night.

The toy box is empty, I could hardly walk into my bathroom and I will spend a good part of the morning picking up the toys because apparently they "discovered" the toy box! 😳😆

Teenage cats are fun!
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