Paper toy

Sometimes our humans go out of the door, making sure we don't go too. My sister sometimes manages to escape but they catch her quickly. She's quicker than me, and lighter... so if she can't succeed, I reckon there's not much point trying.

At least, not for now.

The humans get home again before too long. If we go to sleep, they get home very quickly indeed. And quite often, they bring things with them. I suppose they go foraging around outside - there are so many interesting things to find out there! - and as humans have the advantage of being big and strong, AND they can walk on just two legs, there's quite a lot of scope for them to carry stuff in those odd-shaped feet that they call 'hands'.

Yesterday the male human had a lot of rustly bags that were full of good smells, but the other human took things out and put them quickly into different cupboards in the kitchen. I suppose she thinks she's hiding them, although we always watch carefully.

They also brought back some boxes. I think boxes are wonderful. The older cats like to sit in them and go to sleep, but we kittens know that boxes contain TOYS!

Three of the biggest boxes were piled on the table, and then one of the humans used that strange black object with the little buttons on the front. We still haven't worked out what these are, but they seem to be some kind of communication magic. Sometimes they even talk into them, but this time she just pressed lots of the buttons in a random order. Or maybe not so random. Perhaps it's a secret code. 

Sure enough, the tall human called Tim arrived a while later, and was quite excited to see the boxes too. He said they were 'late birthday presents', whatever that means. He opened them up, and took out some of those thick pads of paper that they call 'books', and looked very pleased about them. 

Humans have such strange priorities. 

There was a much more interesting big piece of paper in the box. This one hadn't been cut up and squashed into a book. Evidently this was intended for us, although Tim didn't mention it - I expect he was a bit jealous, as he simply threw it on the floor, while he took more things out of the box.

What a wonderful game we had. This paper was long, and made a most satisfying crunchy sound when we pulled it. My sister likes to bite paper, and it was quite easy to tear: 

I pretended to be caught up in it, for a moment, but the humans were ignoring me. Well, other than the one who had picked up the small metal thing that she puts in front of her face sometimes.

I don't like the bright light that comes out of that silvery box, but there's a lovely dangly cord thing which I am determined to catch hold of one day. 

We had a wonderful time playing with this new toy.  

But we shouldn't have taken out eyes off it. It was still there when we went back to play again, later, but then one of the humans picked it up. She didn't put it with our toys, though. She started folding it up, and then put it in a sliding box in that tall white thing where they keep lots of rustly bags and pieces of paper and empty cans and other wonderful toys:

We haven't discovered how to get inside these white boxes yet, but we're working on it...