Well I know I should have a photo of Latte, but photohunt says I need to have taken the photo myself (or the owner of my blog, in this case the Woman). As Latte doesn’t live with us, I must choose another object of my affections.
In that case… THE FEATHER TOY.
I am wild about my feather toy.
I will meow for it in the morning. In fact, when the Woman feeds Georgia, often she will bring out the feather toy to distract me so that I play with it rather than eat all the food. Now, sometimes after feeding I follow her, hoping for some time to play with the feather toy. She is not always forthcoming.
I find that my feather toy reduces a great deal of the stress that I have been under.