Oliver is our comic relief here. He can be outright annoying at times, but he makes up for it in cuteness. He has this long plush tail like thing on a stick, and he carries it around in his mouth, brings it to you as an invitation to play. It's kinda hilarious.
While in Seattle, I got to hang out with my future brother-in-law's cat, Lou. He's a ragdoll, and he's cross-eyed. He fell four stories off of his former apartment balcony, and after much medical care, is the slightly limping charmer he is today. His funny thing is that you can whistle at him like a dog and he'll come running.
Thank God for kittehs!
When you say plush tail like thing on a stick, do you mean the "fishing pole" type thing where you can attach stuff?
Velcro's favorite toy (and yes, she brings it to me when she wants to play) is the toy on the fishing pole, although she prefers the rafia/ribbon thing rather than the fluffy tail.
She used to play fetch with bottle caps and milk cap rings. But now she finds that's too much trouble. I think getting fat had something to do with it.
But she's still queen of the vole catchers.