Well not all the things I play with are toys. Come to think of it most of my favorite "toys" really aren't toys. I'll explain and then show some pictures. My brother has a tent that is suppose to be his..BUT I can get in it and make it go clear across the computer room..just by jumping at the sides of it while I'm inside of course..or I'll pull on it from the outside and drag it all they way across the room too. BUT jumping inside it is so much better!! It makes a noise when I do that so then I have to growl and make more noise.
My other favorite toy is my kennel that Mom and Dad bought for me to travel in. My other kennel is to big for most car trips but the little red one is just perfect for now. I'll grab ahold of the straps and pull it in the middle of the living room..
The next best toy is actually a cat scratching post. Mom and Dad had tied a robe belt on it when brother was younger to get him to play with it and to use the post as he is suppose to do. BUT he doesn't like to scratch on it but I sure do like chewing on it. But I can take ahold of the belt and pull it where ever I want it to go too.
Mom took pictures of where things are suppose to be and then one of where
I put them instead! I like where I put them much better then where she puts them..so once or twice a day I pull them out again.
You can see the tent is clear back in the computer room now how much fun is that..no it needs to go closer to my large kenenl. the red kennel is suppose to be beside the larger kennel again that's not much fun. Now I can line the 3 toys up and run form one to the other to play. that is so much better for ME