One was a fluffy thing on a stick, a great pleasure to Hamish, but a bit too scary for Scooter, who fled from it at once. (How would those two little scaredy-cats have survived in the woods where they were found, I often wonder?)
And the other was a laser pointer, cunningly disguised as a mouse. With whiskers. Someone designs these things, imagine that - as a job! I could have done that! And been happy at my work, too.
The laser pointer has been a great success; I am now a prisoner in my own home, unable to go out to night classes to learn Esperanto, or Irish dancing, or racing bike maintenance. No, instead, I'm bullied by cats into providing free entertainment for them each night, all because of the opposable thumb thing.
Hamish is the lead bully; he sits and stares at me, and at the mouse, until I give in.
I've seen more of Hamish since the laser mouse arrived than in the past year. He waits patiently if it's switched off for a few seconds, and is the only one who has made a connection between the light and the mouse itself. Not as dim as he makes out, it seems.
Everyone loves it, except for Tosca, who isn't interested. Lottie, ever dignified, as befits
But not given to leaping about after it. Unlike a certain portly someone, who gets quite carried away.
And brings in his friend.
Millie loses interest quickly; she likes furry things to chase, preferably live furry things.
Esperanto for Beginners might not be so amusing, I guess....