Our other can? Our other cat. Stupid edit window.
All four of my cats go nuts for a toy called Da Bird. It is the typical feather on a wand toy but the feathers are arranged in a way so as they ‘flutter’ when the wand is twirled overhead. Here is a You Tube video of my cat Isabel thinking she can catch it by meowing at it. I keep my Da bird toy up on top of a bookshelf in a glass vase when not in use because I know my cats would destroy it if they were allowed to play with it when ever they want (an it loses it’s coolness unless someone is actually twirling it) and my cats will meow and look up at the vase and then look at me when they want to play with it.
Kee-Kee the squirrel/cat likes a Tyvek shopping bag we got when we went overboard at Barnes & Noble. I cut the handles off so she wouldn’t choke herself. It does the crinkly noise thing, she can hide in it, and it is practically indestructible. A similar item covered in faux fur costs about 14 bucks at PetSmart, and we got this free, just for buying too many books! She likes the squashy foam balls, but our new dog eats them. 
Boxes are a favorite, and the other day, she was batting around a piece of dog kibble on the hardwood floor.
Cats is weird.
I am already asleep by then so I would not know. He does not care for my type of relaxation. 
A plastic bag laying flat on the ground is fair game. The cats love it and like the crinkle noise it makes. It is like a newspaper. It dares to be slept on.
My poor Moochie “found” a plastic bag once in the basement and came up the stairs at full force afraid of the alien that was chasing him. He made it through the livingroom and jumped half way up the wall before we could get the plastic alien off of him.
A shaken plastic bag sends seven out of nine in terror. The fat cat has to decide, is it worth the run? Should I flee away from the food dish or towards it? It might be my last meal.
The Beastie runs to the sound. You don’t scare me and I like the fresh smell of “bag”, paper or plastic? Either tips his fancy. Paper noise, plastic noise, blow dryer noise, vacuum noise, opening a drawer noise, flush the toilet noise, open a door noise or cupboard noise will interest the Beast. If he likes it, he will be back if he hears it again and insist he knows how it may profit him.
Plastic and paper = fun. Blow dryer involves heat and a cool noise = fun. Vacuum is neat because the noise is cool and it scares others = fun, I is brave!. A drawer = box. The flush is neat because water in motion which = fun. A cupboard opening = num nums.
I know I run on about him, to much, in cat threads but he is a special kind of strange. I told him yesterday he is lucky to have landed in a cat friendly house. I can not even imagine what would have happened if a new cat owner would have answered his ad and adopted him.
/hijack
Again, some cats do not play by themselves, they need interaction. It may not be the toy but the cat.
Just like people some are home bodies and some are partygoers.
One of my parent’s cats had a similar encounter with the Evil Killer Bag of Doom™. Dad had to tackle the crazed kitteh and remove the rope handle from her neck.
Two toys that my kitties liked-one was a catnip filled punching bag on the end of a springy wire set in a suction cup. Stuck to the front of the dishwasher, they’d beat it to death. The other was a rabbit fur thingy on some stretchy string, attached to the ceiling. Other than that, cardboard tubes, foil balls, milk jug rings, and hair scrunchies were da bomb.
One of my sister’s cats got stuck in a plastic bag and ended up running through a window. She still likes to investigate them. :rolleyes:
Best cat toys in our house? Post-it note balls. Also Andes mint wrappers. Star is the only one who is really interested in playing with toys, but they all play sometimes but Salmon.
Stella’s new favorite is a windup monkey that flips. She’ll just watch it and watch it until I get too tired to wind it up anymore.
At least one of my cats enjoys lingerie . Otherwise, since I got a second kitty to keep the first one company, I haven’t bought any other cat toys. They seem to keep each other pretty well entertained for now, but I do still notice my ponytail holders seem to go missing quite more often than in my pre-cat days.
Molly likes to play with any cat toy that presents itself, but only in spurts. She’ll go weeks without playing with one, then play all afternoon. Punky’s idea of playing is to run from one end of the house to the other at full speed. Rio likes those pop-up laundry hampers, on their side, or else interactive toys, like real animals/birds, a person-operated toy, or another cat. :rolleyes:
Toilet paper roll. 'Nuff said.
“So, what do cats DO with cat toys?”
They eat them and then have difficulty pooping the next day.
Dittoing The Box. My dearly departed Feline Overlord was obsessed with sitting on the flaps and then digging frantically at them to get the box open. :smack:
He also liked sitting on sheets of paper, particularly ones what we were reading. Ditto open books. He’d plunk himself right on top of the page and then give me this look like: “What? I’m absorbing knowledge through my butt.”
Ours just ignore the ones we bought for them years ago. As long as there are boxes, nowadays yarn, bootlaces, the other cat to jump from behind, they have no need for toys.
What puzzles me more is that sometimes a particular toy will languish in the hallway for weeks without a single sniff, and then suddenly one of the cats will spontaneously decide that it’s the Best Toy EVOR. :dubious:
Ariel had been Dutifully Ignoring a fleecey catnip pouch for nearly two months (to the point that I was ready to toss it out as a failed experiment). Then, yesterday, she up and decides to carry it around the house for the remainder of the day with occasional pauses for pawing, sniffing and licking of the favoured object. I’m giving it a day or two before she decides she doesn’t care for it at all, and returns it to its place in the hallway to be Dutifully Ignored once more.
Then again, I’ve given up all hope of ever understanding the Feline Overlords.
i understand perfectly, studentdriver. my late, beloved murphy is still residing in the humble little box the crematorium sent him home in to me (i haven’t found an urn for him that i like).
on my nightstand.
c’mon, doesn’t everybody keep their cat’s ashes there? 
in our household, the scubakitties enjoy a good whap or two at plastic milk bottle rings. those foam rubber toe separators (the ladies know whereof i speak), are a huge favorite of speck, the hell kitten on wheels. she also adores wine bottle corks, scrunchies, hair bands, barrettes, pens, papers/mail that can be pushed off onto the floor, and rocks from out of my plant pots. back in the day (pre-murphy, turk and speck days) a crumpled cigarette pack worked wonders. today it’s an aluminum foil ball. they have oodles of kitty toys and yet go for the stuff mentioned above at the first opportunity. i have a couple of the interactive kitty fishing rods too, and they’re big hits, but turk won’t play if speck is any where nearby.
despite all that, hands-down, cardboard boxes remain the scubakitty all-time favorites. a couple of weeks ago my very tired, very elderly, four-drawer filing cabinet finally gave up the ghost. its now gone, but in a corner of my computer/tv/office room, lie many piles of files.
over the last few weeks, i’ve been scavenging boxes from deliveries at work to put the files in until i could get a new filing cabinet. one here, two there, etc. and most of varying sizes. and, as i collected boxes, i just left them on the dining area floor. i should have known better.
enter scubakitties!!!
the boxes have been there ever since because they’re having so much fun with them.
Like this? 
This is Punky. His sister’s in the same album. Her name is…Molly.
Kids aren’t cats but they do the same, you know.
I have a new desktop picture: Beastie inna box!
I have two cats and they both like completely different toys and play with them in completely different ways. The orange one likes to steal hair clippies the best. They are his favorite toys. He bats at them. The tabby likes to play with you with feathers onna stick. He doesn’t like to bat at things by himself at all, just uninterested.
Don’t I know it. 
They also seem to share the same obsession with using boxes and pieces of paper as toys (a friend’s 18 month old happily spent Sunday dinner ripping up napkin after napkin, giggling to herself the whole time).
The First Rule of Cats and Boxes: Boxes contain cats.