Rusty was just plain BORED with the antics of my friend when he was trying to get some play time in with the kitties. Rusty watched and watched but the peacock feather shaft wasn’t being moved near fast enough.
Finally, nonchalantly, he whipped up a paw and in a flash that shaft was in his claws. Then he turned and sauntered away with a real swagger.
I could hear him thinking that this tiger could handle ANYTHING.