I really didn’t think the second cat was interested much in toys. “She” doesn’t engage with the wand thing, which “he” enjoys. I usually like to leave a toy when I depart a sit. I got a catnip mouse. She smelled it first, came over and started getting excited. By the time I got the catnip out of the tiny bottle and into the ridiculously small hole in the mouse, he was interested too. He immediately commandeered the toy, wrapped himself around it and proceeded to completely drown it in “lick”. She sat there watching, occasionally glancing at me, and she looked SOOOO SAD. You could not have a clearer comunication.
By the time he was blissed out enough to leave the toy for a moment, she was kind of like “Well I don’t want it now, he made it gross.” After a while she did start to play with it, and her brother immediately returned and, of course, there was an argument. Every time I’ve tried to give her a little time with it, he hears, even from around the corner halfway up the stairs, and comes back. She swears at him and doesn’t get to play again. She looks at me like “what can I do”. I apologised profusely to her 
Of course I’d have got two if I’d thought she’d be interested.
I feel so sorry for her that in spite of all the other things on tomorrow’s departure day list, I’m going to try to run into town again and get her a mouse of her own.
Not a question, or for advice. Just thought folks might get a chuckle out of this sad tale 
