Mr. Jones was thoroughly disinterested in all of Snowy's toys until one day I came home with a trac ball from the thrift store.
I swear he must have seen a beam out light coming down to it and heard angels! Because, THIS WAS IT! What hs life ws missing! He proceeded to lick the center cardboard piece into a pulp that night, so I had to replace it. Now, a year later, if he hears that trac ball go round, he comes to see who might be touching his toy.
By the way, What is a catnip cigar? Where can I get some?

Rosethecopycat