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Casey and Gibbs ignoring the new toyA little while ago, Mum went mad and bought us some new toys.  Casey talked about the Stinky Sardines last time.  One of the other things Mum bought is called the ‘Catch the Balls Toy’.  We gave this toy a wide berth – as most discerning felines will do when their Human or Staff Person gets them anything new – for a few weeks.  Mum left it on the carpet for us to ‘discover’ at our leisure and one night, when I had nothing planned, I ‘discovered’ it.

It’s quite colourful although we cats can’t discern colours the way humans can so the different brightly coloured sections don’t seem as eye-catching to us, as they would to Mum.  Anyhoo, that doesn’t matter.  What matters is what the toy DOES. 

Geronimo Gibbs and his fearsome left paw

Let me ‘splain:  there are four coloured discs; the bottom disc is blue, so Mum tells me, the middle section is red and the next to top section is yellow.  The whole lot is topped off with another smaller blue section. Each layer is slightly smaller than the one below it, so they act as a kind of ‘lid’ to the layer underneath it.  This is to stop the balls from escaping too easily.

On each section there is a ball which, as I just ‘splained above, is sort of held in place but it didn’t know about Geronimo Gibbs and his fearsome left paw.  I managed to knock all three balls out of their sections and they went skittering in all directions.  It was really funny watching Mum with her bum in the air trying to retrieve balls from under the sofa, behind the television cabinet and under the ottoman. 

She replaced the balls back in their sections and I did it all over again.  Well, you would, wouldn’t you? Geronimo Gibbs and his fearsome left paw was ready.  Watching Mum get the balls was as nearly as much fun as actually playing ‘catch the balls toy’ was.

You can get this, as Mum did, from www.thecatgallery.co.uk.  Casey watched me play with it, but he hasn’t actually played with it himself yet.

I give it five paws.   

    

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