Simple Pleasures

Dewey Kitty receives a new toy about three times a week. Whenever we open a new carton of milk and pull the tab, he comes running.

He enjoys the fresh plastic tabs that still taste of milk and have spring. After batting them around the floor and carrying them from room to room, they tend to lose their spring.

This morning was a new toy morning.

Hours later, I found him asleep on the futon. The plastic tab was still in his paw.

Was he protecting his tab from the Border collies? Or, more likely, had he played until exhaustion?