If there's an official name for this thing I don't know it, but it's the ring you remove when you open a plastic bottle of milk or water. Winston Merlot loves them.
Winston is the feral cat who lives with us, and he doesn't really understand toys. We've tried to get him interested in all kinds of feathery, cat nippy, yarn ball devises with no luck.
Even the laser pointer - AKA Red Dot Demon - has no appeal.
(We nearly killed Earl with the Dot. His first experience with the laser was hilarious to us and exhausting to him. He chased that dot until he was panting and never gave up. We had to put it away of it may have been fatal.)
At last Winston has found something too appealing to resist. The simple plastic ring is a mortal enemy to be stalked, thrown and killed. Our only problem is Winston's insistence to play with his toy near the floor vent.
Great sadness; the ring has fallen through the vent. The game is over until the next bottle arrives or John removes the vent to retrieve the rings stored there.
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