Apparently, whatever the cat says is a cat toy.
Gun-Hee has decided that the kitchen sponge is a toy. He goes up on the counter to grab it off the sink (which he is not supposed to do). Then he drags it all over the house. This morning it was in bed with us. With a few hunks taken out of it.
Never thought of a sponge being a toy. Guess I never knew what I was missing.