The first problem was finding the feather toy. Rhea tends to drag it between the upstairs and downstairs, but this time she got it caught in a chair leg and wound up tight.
Poor Marshal D really depends on having his toy fix at night.
Rhea was fascinated by the toy, but today would not charge forward.
Davout gets his toy.
When I tried to give Rhea a chance, she would hesitate and Davout would leap in front.
However, this just looks like a scene from a soap opera.
I finally got her to move off her spot and chase the toy, leading to this zany shot.