I have one cat. His name is Taz (short for the Tasmanian Devil of course--aptly named too!) He's two years old and his favorite past time, besides waking me up at 5 in the morning that is, is playing fetch with his favorite toy... the cut off portion of a cat food bag. Throw that piece of paper somewhere and he's sure to come trotting back to you with it in his mouth, which he'll promptly drop at your feet. Then he'll look up at you with those eyes that say: "come on, aren't you going to throw it again?" Gotta love him!
This is him sitting in my new chair! You'd think he owns the place. Sheesh!