I bought the cats a crinkly, noisy tunnel to climb through and play in. The kitten is going back and forth the same way the 1 year old I watched last Saturday went through his. Pretty entertaining. This is further evidence of why I equate my cats to being my children.
Meanwhile, there's an interview on TV with the guy who was dancing in the street and got hit by a speeding ice cream truck. Super entertaining. I always wanted to marry an ice cream man when I grew up. Those ninja turtles on a stick are quite tasty.