Rocket's got a lotta balls….
literally. She's got all kinds of toys (like her favorite blue elephant) but she's got a bunch of different little balls. She's got the noisy ones with little bells in them, ones that are made out of a mesh, soft fuzzy ones, hard plastic ones, a tennis ball, etc etc
She loves playing. She lives up to her name, to the point of hyperactivity. Let's put it this way: she's an extremely active little girl.
(leaping through the air is her speacialty, and she doesn't seem to even look before she leaps. She'll just go flying through the air with her arms akimbo, and will watch on to anything with her claws)
I've had a shit ton of cats in my life, but she does a game I've never really seen cats play before.
she'll actually play 'catch' with us, where she will intentionally knock the ball directly at us, and we will roll it back at her, and instead of chasing it, she'll knock it right back at us.
Back and forth and back and forth, she'll do it until you grow tired of it. She knows it's more fun than just playing with it by herself
When the universe first sent Rocket to us, she was no bigger than the palm of my hand. Here's the video of me trapping baby Rocket and keeping her from being hit by a car. Now she's becoming long and lanky, and quite a handful in every way.