Millie, come downstairs and play with us!
No. Too bored to come downstairs.
Anyway, you're such rough boys. I'm too dainty to play with you. Go away.
Time for a new toy, marinated nicely in the catnip jar. Fur, feathers and string.
Lottie, you go first. Don't look like that; you'll enjoy it once you try. Yes, you will!
Ok. Bite, bite. Kick, kick. Is that all right for you?
Bored now. Can I stop?
Scooter, it's your turn.
Bite, bite. Kick, kick. Mmmm, nice fur on a string!
Mine, all mine! Not going to share!
But if Hamish creeps across....
....and gets the string....
Mine, all mine.
Bite, bite. Kick, kick.
Done enough of that now.