Thor the foster kitten was meowing upstairs, so I went up and played with him, giving him his first silver vine stick. He loved it.

I do put the stick away when I’m not in the room because I don’t want him eating splinters. And I had to put it away because Izzy started meowing downstairs. Really? Jealous much? I went down to find that she had brought a frog inside. She was praised as a mighty huntress before I caught the frog.

The frog was let loose in the garden outside. I seem to encourage talkative cats.