Make Fetch Happen

 Let me tell you something about Tacocat.

Other than the fact that he's gorgeous.

He does something that no cat I've owned has ever done.

He plays fetch.

As in, full-on, throw the ball and bring it back fetch. 

Tacocat has a number of stuffed toys - mousies, balls, etc. When I'm sitting on my couch, he will bring one to me and drop it next to me. I'll throw it across the room, and he'll chase it and bring it back to me, making little chirping noises to let me know he's back in the event that I'm doing something rude like watching TV or typing something on my phone.

I'll throw it again, and he'll bring it back again.

Repeat literally dozens of times.

This is the cutest thing I've ever seen.

He's very proud of his stuffie.

As I'm writing this, Tacocat has interrupted me at least five times to throw his stuffed ball. It's not as if I'm going to say no to a cat who wants to play fetch, right?

Make that six.

All cats are different. The Siamese Kitten never played fetch in her life. And let's make it clear - I certainly never taught or encouraged Tacocat to do this. It's just his thing. He brought it with him, and it's his.

I guess we all have our things. Take 'em or leave 'em, we have our things. To love us is to just...accept them.

I accept a cat who plays fetch.

I freaking love a cat who plays fetch, to tell the truth.

What is your fetch - your thing that makes you, you, take it or leave it?

Let me know.