All the kitties in my life have loved this toy, yet I hesitated getting it for Sophie. In our pre-adoption pet store shopping spree, we had gotten our new addition a fishing pole wand, and she was terrified of it for the longest time, sprinting away in an ear flattening speed whenever one of us waved it about. Every day, I would come home to find the fish forcibly removed from the wand so that she could play with the string instead.

But, after last weekend's playful display, and subsequent incident wherein our strong-jawed ward enacted the wand to break in half and chase her around the house with the line twisted around her tail, we decided that this was way too much entertainment for us to not replace the toy. Yesterday, I decided to do it, to buy her the toy that has never failed to entertain—a fishing pole suction-cupped to the door! Brilliant!

She began playing with it almost immediately and throughout the night. I heard thumping sounds from bed and knew she must be flopping into the door again—get a look at that sharp little tooth in this picture! Last Friday, grumpy, I told Nick that his cat kept batting at my butt cheeks while in bed. With no sympathy at all, he replied, "She bit mine."