This knucklehead is named Mitzi. We got her from the pound when she was about 10 weeks old. Did the usual neutering, couple trips to the vet, buy a bunch of toys, and so on. But her favorite toy is the plastic rings that come off when you open a fresh gallon of milk. Mitzi will drop whatever she’s doing when she hears that z-i-i-i-p! sound, and come running. She’ll half-crouch, anticipating, never taking her eyes off the ring, waiting, waiting for you to throw the ring. Then she’s on it like a shot.
The latest trick with milk rings is to bring one to me when I’m watching TV. She’ll drop it on the couch and then just wait, staring at it or at me. I throw it off into the next room, or into the corner, or behind the TV. Zoom, off she goes to find it. In a minute or so, she’s back, and the game starts all over again. Sometimes this lasts 5-10 minutes.
Normal behavior for a retriever, you say? Well, yeah, for a canine retriever.
But Mitzi is a cat. Domestic american shorthair, grey tiger striped.
Next up is tennis balls. If that works, we’ll try a rolled up towel, and eventually work our way up to grouse and pheasant. I’m gonna be the scandal of the kennel club…