Haven’t had too much luck sproinging them but the kittens love to chase them. Of course they all end up under furniture, so we have to “wield the yardstick” to get them out.
Not sure where the enabler gets them. They also like these (especially the wiggle worms on the right):
We really lucked out: Young Topaz’ favorite toys are crumpled up paper balls! He occasionally brings us one, so we’ll play fetch with him 
Ah yes, “the stick”, as we call it in our house. The Savannah and the Holstein love the stick. Particularly the Savannah, he will drag it around the house all night if we don’t put it away in a closet he can’t open.
when I had a cat, I went to Kmart and got the cheapest, child-sized fishing pole. probably shorter than my (long) arm, and Snoopy themed. it also had a little plastic/rubber fish I guess to practice casting. I could cast and reel it indoors for literal hours and Malcolm would always chase it.
That is awesome!
She’s adorable! Making bacon pancakes!
My next door neighbour has a conure, and I’ll bob my head and say “doo doo doo doo” at him, and he will bob his head too.
Conures seem like sweet little birbs!
He’ll recognise my voice if I’m talking outside, and start calling. He likes having his head stroked, and I blow on his feathers.
This is our cat, Mia, came over from Italy with us (and the dog in my profile photo). She’s close to 13 now, and a bit chubby because like many rescue cats, food security is a big worry.
Bella Mia!
gatto grasso!
no offense to Mia. BuddyCat (Senor Gatto Gordo) is adopted and similarly, packed on some chonk with the all the food he eats.
She’s gorgeous!
That looks like it could be an album cover.
What a beauty!
I worked in a pet store back in the mid-2000s and would feed all the animals in the morning before opening. There was a sun conure that I was a bit afraid of, since he had very sharp claws and a beak that looked like it could sever a finger and I had no previous experience being around birds, but he turned out to be my daily companion, riding around on my shoulder as I made my rounds and being super gentle and sweet- he’d nibble on my earlobe and the worst thing he ever did was get a little too excited now and then and loudly screech right next to my head. Unfortunately I never did manage to make friends with the red-tailed boas who kept escaping from their terrariums and lunging for my face when I nervously tried to get them back in.
