Playtime

When she was a young kitten, I bought Furbie a rather unusual present from Lidl. A cross between a climbing frame and a scratching post. 

She ignored it.

It had a little house, a dangling ball, and lots of other bits to amuse her.

She still preferred to do the wall of death over the furniture, and her scratching was devoted to the arms of the settee.

This morning she was full of energy. At one point I spotted her trying to get into the little house. 

She swung from it, nearly dragged it over, and generally had fun.

Lockdown may well be interesting.