Playtime!

We cannot say just how old our cat Jezebel is. Friends a few blocks away found her in their yard back in 2003. Nearing full grown, she may have been less than twelve months of age when they literally dumped the sweet girl in my lap. She fell asleep while we four played cards and went home with me and my husband that very night.

Plushie on Plushie

That timeline would put her somewhere between fifteen and sixteen. Yet one would never guess to look at her lush coat and bright eyes. Even her teeth are in good shape despite the fact she’s never allowed me to brush them. I think her high quality diet plays a factor in her dentition.

A shed whisker impaled (?) in the comforter on our guest bed (now hers!)

As dear Strayer has pointed out, too, a happy cat makes for a healthier cat. And both Tilly and Jezzy live a life of quiet, luxurious doting. Now Jezebel has discovered an old toy bought for sweet little Luna, her now deceased housemate. The feather boa on a stick sat untouched in a closet for quite a few years.

Look at her now!

 

This came as an utter surprise. I have since gotten Jezebel to run around in circles and race to the top of a six and a half foot tall cat tree during evening play. Fun times.

Have you played today?

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