When you’re a small boy, all the world is a thing to explore. A fallen stick becomes a sword. When you find a bit of string and tie it on the stick, it become a fishing pole. And when you have a fallen stick, a bit of string, and a cat, well, you have lots of fun playing evade, capture, run and pounce in the backyard.
Silas spent an hour, truly a full hour, playing chase in the backyard with one of the cats. Mrs. Norris (said cat) spent an hour chasing Silas and pouncing on the string.
I have decided we do not need toys. We need only sticks, string and cats.