I thought the posts about weasels "parenting" squeaky toys were pretty
funny.  Scooter has a squeak toy, but it puts him into hunt mode.  If I
walk across the room squeaking it, he chases me and bites my foot when he
catches up.  He'll try REALLY hard to find out what's making the noise;
it'll make him come running from anywhere, no matter what he's doing.
Once he comes and can't find any prey, he hisses as if to say
"#$%$%#@^!^!!  I got up from my nap and now I can't find that
#%@E@#E%!#%!! rat/prairie dog/vole/whatever!"  and stalks off.  Pretty
funny.  Much funnier than the
launch-the-litterbox-off-the-second-cage-level game, anyway.
 
Chris and
Scooter the Squeak-Toy's Bane
 
        I am Ferret of Borg
                Bitter Apple is Irrelevant
                        Litterboxes are Irrelevant
                                Your Socks will be Assimilated
 
[Nicia once "parented" our fingers.  Used to sneak out, and gently tug
them back under the blanket with her.]
[Posted in FML issue 0980]