Trouble is seven years old and doesn't eat much. He's in his prime and is a magnificent athlete for running and jumping and walking along slim fences and bannisters.
He likes his old ragged mouse toy though. He'll leave it somewhere and if you move it he'll find it and put back to where he left it. One time he left it on the fourth stair to my man cave and I kicked it downstairs when he wasn't around. An hour later he still wasn't around but the toy mouse was back on the fourth stair going up to the man cave. Cats are strange creatures.
That mouse toy has been on my bed for four days straight now and this afternoon the tom Trouble took a sleep after lunch with it:
