Finicky

I bought Trixie a new catnip mouse at the grocery store tonight. It’s cute in red velvet with big ears and whiskers. BUT, when I tossed it to her, she reacted somewhat differently than I had hoped.

She sniffed and walked away, uninterested. The cat way of saying, “you might as well have gotten me socks for Christmas.”

Update: Ten minutes later, she’s walking around with it in her teeth. Like she, personally, chased and killed it. See what I mean by finicky?

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