Rascal And The Cootie Catchers

This post has nothing to do with travel, but it's something funny I wanted to blog about.

Kathy and I adopted kittens Monday night. We've had them for about six days, and they are the sweetest things in the world. My kitten's name is Rascal. He's a gray shorthair cat with slightly large ears and yellow eyes. Here's a picture of Rascal.

Say hi to the camera, Rascal!

Kathy's cat's name is Tang. He's an orange-and-whitish cat with long fur. Mommy says he might be part Maine Coon. Here's Tang.

Sleepy kitty!

And last but definitely not least, we have Cuddles, our Himalayan (mix of Persian and Siamese) cat. He's a real kitten at heart, even though he's six years old, and there's nothing he likes to do more than cuddle. (Duh.) This is Cuddles.

Isn't he handsome?

So what was the title of this post again? Oh yeah, Rascal and the cootie catchers. A cootie catcher is used to tell fortunes. It's really fun to play with and you can make it out of almost any type of paper.  First you have to fold it. You can find instructions here. Here's a picture of one I made.

One of my many cootie catchers

So anyway, Rascal saw me opening and closing a cootie catcher, and since he's a kitten, he'll go after almost anything that moves. (Including his own tail!) Rascal sniffed the cootie catcher, and then he swiped at it. I threw it for him, and it landed on his nose. He went bonkers. He started batting it around on the floor. He wrestled with it. When he finally got tired, there were little bite marks on it. That kitten loves cootie catchers. 

Clever cat...he put his cootie catcher inside his ball track. Can you see it?