Homer can't be bothered with cat toys. You must be joking, he says, if a toy is dangled in front of his face. Give me the real thing to eat. He will, on occasion, go out and catch himself a lizard tail.
Fifi, on the other hand, likes a nice toy mouse (or is it a flying squirrel?) to tease.
And of course Frank likes to tease Fifi with it.
He was looking for it yesterday. We searched all the usual places. Under the TV. On the stairs. Behind the chair. Finally we resorted to fishing deep under the couch with the yardstick. No flat mouse, although we found a goldmine: a bowl, a peanut M&M, a pistachio, a penny, Bertie the Bus, and an older mouse! Some of those items had been missing for
a year or two a while.
But where was Fifi's flat mouse?
So Fifi and Frank were able to have their playdate with the flat mouse after all.