…so as to place it inverted on top of him like a cage. He pretended like he really didn’t want me to do that. He’s such a kidder. Much fun and frollic was had by all. He’s hidi… er… resting under the bed now, eyeing me suspiciously when I lay my ample belly on the floor to talk to him.
God I love cats, what are they good for if not things like that? 
And I thought I was the only one who did that… 
My daughter likes to do that. But she’s four years old. She also likes to wrap our cat up in her blankie and sing him lullabies and rock him to sleep. You guys do that too? 
Well… sometimes I wrap him up in a blanket, but just to watch him try to get out.
** Whammo**
Pick on someone you’re own size! How’d you like it if ** I ** wrapped you tightly in a blankie and sang to you as you struggled to get free?
Wait
*I * might like that.
Never mind.
Mmmmm…
Kitties-in-a-blanket. My favorite snack!
Our cat’s name is Beacon. Sometimes we wrap her in a blanket and call her “Beacon Burrito.”
Hey Whammo, you wanna try something fun?
Take scotch tape and make four double sided loops…you see where I’m going, I’m sure. Place said tape on bottom of kittys paws.
Wackieness ensues
be careful when pulling off the tape, lots of hair can come out
I love cats…they taste just like chicken.
Try wrapping an Ace[sub]TM[/sub] bandage around said kitty’s midsection. Watch the fun.
You cruel, cruel people! How dare you!
Now I want a cat. 
I used to do this type of thing with my ferrets all the time. Get 'em wrapped up in a towel or blanket and swirl it around on the floor. Got the poor girls riled.
And dangit, why didn’t I think of the scotch tape? Just the thought of that has me snickering.
Amateurs. We have a hamster, in a cat-proof cage. For extra fun, we put the hamster in a clear ventilated plastic ball, and allow it to roam around the house. This is unbelievably frustrating to the cat. Particularly since the hamster is not at all afraid of the cat, but wants to make friends. Hamsters are not noted for their intelligence.
Nothing beats “Godzilla-kitty”: play agressively with kitty just enough to the point where she is sitting upright and batting at you. Looks just like Godzilla.
Bonus points if you can get her to take a few steps on her hind legs.
Follow-up with kitty treat and lots of nuzzling and skritching so she knows you 'wuv da widdle snookums kitty-witty, yes I do, she’s the bestest kitty in da whole wide world, yes she is, she’s just so sweet and wuvable."
[sub]Gawd, I’d better get some coffee NOW![/sub]
I find a small piece of scotch tape just above the eyes works wonders. It tricks the cat into thinking that it is running into something. This causes the cat to walk backward is a futile (and humourous) attempt to get away from the unseen obstruction.
Hours of fun I tells ya, hours of fun.
You folks ever notice that baby clothes tend be the exact size of a cat? Not that I ever put one of my cats in then, no, that was my sister. All her, I tell you.
I’ve found laser-pointers on the wall can provide hours and hours of entertaining cat gynastics. Tape has sort of lost its fun.
We play “Kitty in Bondage.” My Siamese likes to have her legs wrapped together with soft string (like a shoelace). Then she spins in circles (I still don’t know how she does that with her legs wrapped together), then switches directions until she gets unwrapped. Then she collapses on the bed, completely dizzy. She has loved this game since kittenhood. Of course, now that she’s 15, she gets dizzy a lot sooner–so I have to untie her myself. But I do. Really. I wouldn’t let her sit there panting with her legs tied. Honest.
(And now the sig comes in handy).
you people smoke waaaaay too much dope, don’cha?
My laser pointer has a short chain on it… apperantly when moved it makes a jingling sound to high for me to hear. I cant pick that thing up without my cat running in from another room all frantic looking for the red dot. I’ve tried picking it up as gently as possible without making a sound and he STILL hears it and freaks out.
My kitties don’t like the new technology of lazer pointers. They much prefer flash-y-lights. Callie begs for us to play flashylight with her.
First, you start the light beam on the ceiling above the bed. She makes clicky, whiney noises as she follows it around.
Second, you move the beam to the bed itself. She tears up the beautiful chenille bedspread trying to catch it.
Third, you take the beam out into the hallway, moving it up and down.
Finally, you move the beam to the wall, so she can jump up and down to catch it.
When she starts panting, you stop.
Hours of endless entertainment.
Well, I’ve got to have something to do now that I don’t dress them up in Cabbage Patch Kids’ clothes.
Here’s my cat story from last night:
New window box with some flowers in it right outside the kitchen window, favorite lounging area of Creepy Cat.
Came in from a run last night, was resting near the window when 4 finches flew in to investigate the box. Weren’t afraid of me at all as I was very still.
Creepy Cat heard their pecking and twittering, jumped silently up on the counter and proceeded to run SMACK! right into the window screen. The birds flew away and laughted at her from the neighbor’s roof.
They don’t call it the Straight Dope for nothin’, cupcake