I have the most beautiful black cat named Dave. He's long and lean and sleek, and he looks just like a miniature panther. (If I weren't such a technodolt, I could post pictures.) He's a lover, too -- he loves to snuggle up with me. His eyes are gold with green around the pupils.
This guy plays fetch better than any dog I ever had or saw. I didn't even have to teach him. He particularly loves the plastic ring that you remove when opening a gallon of milk. He also loves wadded up pieces of paper because they're easy to catch in his mouth.
I throw, Dave chases it down and brings it back, placing it at my feet or next to me on the couch for me to throw again. He could do this for an hour or more, although I never run him that long. He'll be breathing so hard I think he's going to pass out. But still he wants to play.
I've had cats that would chase down something I threw, and they'd bring it back almost by accident, but I never had a cat that played organized fetch like Dave.
He's my honey.
This guy plays fetch better than any dog I ever had or saw. I didn't even have to teach him. He particularly loves the plastic ring that you remove when opening a gallon of milk. He also loves wadded up pieces of paper because they're easy to catch in his mouth.
I throw, Dave chases it down and brings it back, placing it at my feet or next to me on the couch for me to throw again. He could do this for an hour or more, although I never run him that long. He'll be breathing so hard I think he's going to pass out. But still he wants to play.
I've had cats that would chase down something I threw, and they'd bring it back almost by accident, but I never had a cat that played organized fetch like Dave.
He's my honey.
