Interest in the new toy was nearly instantaneous. Cattitude, of course, could not be bothered to check it out, but O'Beast and Kitten were in my face while I got everything set up. Kitten plays rough though, and the poor O'Beast decided that a retreat was probably the best policy in this case. Here Kitten checks things out.
Once Kitten got past the nose and noticed the tail, there was no turning back. I don't know what it is about fuzzy things on strings and cats, but they appear to be irresistable to about 95% of the feline population.
If it moves, it must be stalked. Here Kitten practices her less-than-perfect hunting skills against Panic Mouse. Had this been an actual mouse, the Kitten would have been left in the dust.
After sizing the situation up for a while, and stalking for a bit, Kitten decides that stealth may not be the best approach to this particular prey. Here she decides to attempt a more "in its face" stategy.
Of course, the question always boils down to "How in the world does this darned thing work?" Can't beat the system if you don't understand the system. You have to give Kitten credit for persistence, if nothing else.
After half an hour or so I began to feel sorry for O'Beast, so I put Panic Mouse away, hiding the tail so Kitten won't start stealing it and dragging it around the apartment again. Cattitude, who had been watching the proceedings from the safe cover of the dining room table, was joined by one very tired Kitten.
And then there's O'Beast. Ready to play, and once again skunked out of the action by a hyperactive grey fuzzball.