I always know when she wants to play because she starts batting golf
balls around. I sometimes rue the day I ever gave her a golf ball to
play with.

There are cat toys all over my living room. A couple of plush toys
filled with catnip (Velcro closures, refillable. I store dried catnip
in the freezer). Little fluffy mousies. Crinkly mylar balls. When she
really wants to play I get out the fishing wand toy with a mousie on the
end of it. I don't have to do much more than wave it around and she's
bouncing all over the place. She tracks that mousie... and also manages
to grab one of the other toys on the floor. She's a bit greedy. She
wants the mousie on the wire but also that fluffy toy and the mylar
ball. She's a spoiled rotten little cat. I love her to pieces.

Hey, I don't ask her to jump through the carpeted kitty barrel (cat
furniture). She just does it. It's cute as can be. It's not required.
She got tired halfway through this play session and curled up in the
kitty barrel. I put the fishing wand toy away and now she's curled up
on one of the chairs in the living room.

Jill