Yesterday, while on a search for a type of safe litter THAT SOPHIE WILL USE (turns out, after buying 30lbs—the only size they had—of a recommended brand, she still won't use it), I bought her a little toy...essentially a puffy ball on a spring attached to a base. Sorta like this, but purple with a pink fuzzy on top. Because Sophie's a girl, and she likes pink and purple better. She told me in no uncertain terms.

Anyway, to get her interest in it, Nick suggested I spray the ball with this bottle of catnip spray. I had gotten the spray shortly after we adopted her, and keep it hidden so that she won't become a junkie in her time alone during the days. I doused the pink puff and put the spray back in its hiding place.

Later that Night, Sophie walked up to the spring, sniffing the ball, and batted it a couple of times with her paw, eventually knocking it over. Looking covertly to either side, she nestled down on the floor next to the fallen contraction and inched closer to the pink puff. Next time I looked, she was bathing it with her tongue, sucking with eyes at half mast...almost like it was coffee-squared.