Semi-realistic stuffed "mice" are a favorite toy of both Huck and Rannie Wu. For Huck, they're always prey, and get batted about, flipped up into the air, hurled and chased down with great verge.
Rannie, though, can't make up her mind; sometimes she chases tem. Sometimes she carries them around ih her mouth, making mournful-sounding cries that actually indicate she's having a fine time -- and sometimes, she collects several of them on the bed or a couch and curls up with them! There's no reading her mind but it certainly looks as if she's playing dolls with them.
And even bumptious Huck waits until she's left them to leap in, grab one, and slap it across the room. We occasionally encounter Rannie looking at one or another of them on the floor, appearing perplexed. How did that mouse-baby get clear over there after she put it on the bed?
Rannie kept bringing them to me when I was home sick. I thought that was nice of her. Both cats spent a lot of time keeping me company, even as I sneezed and coughed.
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