Ping Pong Balls

Some time ago, at the dollar store, I saw a package of 8 ping pong balls for $1.  I bought them, and brought them home to the cats. Sake and Haiku could not be bothered, but Taki became enarmored of them.  She played and played with them.  Some, unfortunately, ended up scrunched by me or her. They also disappeared under furniture.  I hunted them out when she sat and stared under furniture to let me know where they were, but I did not always rescue all of the ping pong balls.

Since then, I have purchased more ping pong balls. Their fate is similar to that described above.  I try to regularly check under the furniture where they might get stuck: the sofa, the refrigerator, the washing machine, behind the kitchen cabinet, under the dresser in my bedroom.  I really want Taki to have these ping pong balls to play with, if at all possible.

Last night, I rescued two ping pong balls from under the sofa.  Taki was enamored with them. She batted them round and round. Sometimes, she would crouch and watch the ball, until she leaped and caught her prey.  She sometimes would drop a ping pong ball into a bowl shaped basket and swish it around in the basket until it left the basket and rolled around the floor. This was wonderful entertainment for me.