Mom I'd like us to play with my feather toy now.
Um, err, what feather toy?
You know the floofy brown one!
Err, um, how about you go play with a mouse, or THE BALL instead?
No Mommy, I want to play with YOU and my feather toy.
I have some sad news - it - it doesn't live here anymore.
I know you loved it, but you remember how it used to shed? It turned into basically a string with feather patches on it.
I know, but it was because I loved it so. I didn't mind.
Well you remember how there were brown feathers all over the floor, and how you used to try to eat the feathers too. I used to have to pull them out of your mouth.
I wasn't really going to eat them. I only did it when you were watching so we could wrestle and I could spit the wet feathers out in your hand. It was fun. Where did it go?
Huh? Um, er, we - took it out to the feather toy farm so it could be chased by farm cats.
Well as long as you didn't throw it out. What will we play with now? I hope it will be pink....
To be continued...