Playing with paper towels

This was me, playing with the paper towels last summer. Sometimes, but not in this picture, my human gets a dingle ball with the bell removed or a little catnip mouse and puts it down the tube of the paper towels. Then I have to get it out. I usually do, but not always. He buys special paper towels for me so I don't tear up the good ones he uses on his hands. He usually gets them at the same place he gets my kitty litter.

It reminds me of my days on the farm when I got the baby bluebirds out of their nest in the trees. I don't have to climb to get these out, however. And attacking the roll of paper towels is like killing a bunny.