As part of the after-Thanksgiving loot, John and I got half a bag of marhsmellows (from the sweet potatoes, of course!) and he has been excited to eat them all because "they are just puffed air!" and I cannot put a limit on them, as I do with most desserts.
So, the other day he was snacking on them, and Harvey was all, "Watchya got? Watchya got? Huh? Huh? Can I have some?" John could not convince the kitty that he did not want any marshmellows, so he lined up his shot and dropped one down on Harvey's up-turned nose. Rather than freak out and run away (as I was expecting him to do), Harvey said, "Fun toy!" and chased the 'shmellow around the kitchen... before losing it and coming back to John for more.
This continued for several marshmellows and I was just cracking up. John kept boinking Harvey on his nose with the 'shmellow, and Harvey kept playing with them. Soon, though, as with everything kitty-related, Harvey inexplicably lost interest and left the room. :)
Harvey with his "kills"
(And did you all see how goooooooood John looks in a suit? Yummy! Hands off, though, he's mine!)
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