Since that day of days when the Mom Bean brought the Track into our home, I've carried on a clandestine affair with it; late at night, I can be heard swatting the ball around its adorable round track, over and over and over again. During the day, when I can be seen, I usually just sit on its middle part, where the cardboard scratch pad is. We have to be discreet, you see. Sometimes, I just can't restrain myself and will fling my floof all over the track in complete ecstasy. Really, we have a purrrfect union. We do.
Just don't tell Toby!!!!