My grandmother gave me an alarm clock with two kittens on it and Arthur is fascinated by it. The first time I put in the batteries, he just sat and stared at it. And stared at it.
And stared at it.
I don’t know if it’s the clicking noise that it makes or if he likes the watch the red second hand ticking around, but he loves it. It’s like kitty television for him.
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