...This is a 12-year-old cat. He used to play a lot when he was younger, and he runs down halls still, and he'll play with our kitten, but he doesn't normally play with toys.
These toys, on the other hand...
Well. It's to the point where when our kitten tried to take one, he batted at her: "My toys!"
And they're still going at it.
Quite vividly so.
Both of them are basically having the time of their lives.
In other news, today was the first day of my college class--and as it turns out, said college class is meant to be taken with other classes. It's basically a cram class. There's no content inside of the class itself. It's essentially an open lab, except with an instructor, to help with projects and also do extra credit to help build things. So it's not useless. It allows students to do things they would otherwise not have the ability to do, among them creativity in making parts unique to them.
...But that means I do in fact need to register past-last-minute for another class.