one day my one cat, ozzy, came strolling on by with a softball hanging out of his mouth!
now, a good 11 years later, i still can't figure out how he managed to pick something that big up in his mouth.
when ozzy was a kitten many moons ago, he had a little white stuffed cat, and he carried that thing around nomatter where he went. he'd bat it around, pounce in it, lay down by it, lick it... we called it ozzy's 'baby'. then elmo came to us and oz had a REAL kitten to chase around and wrestle around with. my Dad put ozzy's baby away in a drawer somewhere. i'd like to see what my cat would do if we gave his baby to him now.