Kevin's Kryptonite

I have discovered the tool that is going to end Kevin's isolationist tendencies. Actually, a friend discovered it. She sent me a box of cat toys including a bouncy stick with a string at one end and a bunch of feathers at the end of the string. 

I'm pretty sure that if Genghis Khan, Attila the Hun and Adolf Hitler showed up with a bouncy stick with a string and some feathers, Kevin would be thinking, "Hey, you guys look pretty harmless. Can we play with that stick and the feathers." 

Moreover, after about twenty minutes of watching Kevin chase the feathers around, I got bored and put the stick away. Kevin then hung out on the rug for about thirty minutes beyond that on the off hand chance that the feathers might come back. 

And while it's true that when I got up to get something, Kevin ran from the room, for the first time ever she wound up on top of the bed rather than underneath it. Last time I checked, she was still there.

Let's hear it for feathers on a string.