Cats

The cats love cellophane. Why? I'm not sure. Maybe it's the sound of the cellophane that attracts them. If you unwrap a piece of hard candy they can hear the paper from another room. That's how good their hearing is. Sandy chews on packages which are covered with the material. Coco takes the wrapper and pushes it along the floor and then carries it to a new location. It must be instinct with her. She carries all kinds of things, toys etc. from one place to another. Her hiding place is under the sofa bed. She knocked a pen off of the coffee table and pushed it under the sofa. Some of her plastic balls are there. I've even seen her go under the sofa and retrieve something from that dark space. I guess that it was time to play with it again. She's still small enough to fit under the couch so after chasing Sandy and having him chase her, she'll slide under the sofa where he is too big to follow. That's her safe place, her "home free" place. She'll emerge again when the coast is clear. If someone is sitting on the couch while she's underneath it, they will often feel a tug or a push ever so light on their ankle or sock. She wants you to play with her while she's hiding. "I can touch you, but you can't get me", she says. She's so cute. I love having her around. Sandy's behavior has changed to one of a "mature" older brother. He watches her in disbelief half the time. "Did I do that when I was her age?" he probably wonders. They both bring such joy to me. I can't understand how some people don't like cats. I guess that the reason is they just don't understand them.