Feathers

Last time me and my sister went on a walk, we found some pigeon feathers.

I brought 5 back (which was odd as I thought I only brought 4) and gave one each to the cats.

Humbug thought his was amazing and immediately started killing it.

 Sorry, it looks like he's hugging it there. Well, he wasn't.

 Juggling with it...

...shredding it...

And, later, curled up with Touf.

 Ahh, the cuteness of a cat.

Here's Toufkin, wandering around in the garden.

Paws, wriggling around in the earth underneath the swing (which is just a stick on the end of a rope tied to a tree).

And Samy. She was in one of her frisky moods (that's when she gallops all over the sitting room, claws out, skidding on the floor, attacking the arm chair and messing up the rug).

 Smelling a flower, eh?

Cute.