Miso the frog – Weighted Cat Toy for Pouncing, Bunny Kicks, and Prey-Like Play

Miso the Frog

A squat little sentinel, calm and unblinking—until it’s time to pounce.

Miso the Frog – Weighted Cat Toy for Pouncing, Bunny Kicks, and Prey-Like Play

Low to the ground and strangely smug, Miso the Frog brings a kind of stillness that dares cats to make the first move. But once they do, it’s on.

Weighted for realism and filled with Feline Grove’s signature botanical blend, Miso is perfectly calibrated to mimic the size and heft of natural prey. Her plump, compact body gives just enough resistance for satisfying bunny kicks, stealth attacks, and pin-down play. Whether she’s being carried to a hiding spot or dropped like a trophy on your bed, Miso invites full-body engagement with every thud.

She may not look like much. That’s how she gets them.

Details

Size: Approx. 3.5" long, heavily weighted (prey-like mass for kicking and carrying)

Texture: Soft, tightly woven exterior for secure grip and toothy play

Fill: Feline Grove’s signature botanical blend—including catnip, silver vine, valerian, and other cat-attracting herbs

Weighting: Weight precisely tuned for realistic resistance and prey-like thuds

Materials: Cotton-bamboo yarn, woven for durability

Play Style: Ideal for bunny kicks, pouncing, pinning, dragging, and chewing

Recommended for: Cats who crave prey-style play and satisfying physical feedback

Care: Spot clean only; store in a sealed pouch to preserve scent between uses

Note: Safe for heavy chewers. Always supervise play

Feline Tangle Lorebook entry

Miso the Frog

Miso didn’t hop her way into the grove—she arrived, quietly, like she’d always been there.

No one saw her come. One day, she was simply perched on a sun-warmed stone by the stream, unblinking and oddly smug. The other toys tried to engage her—Lulu with her cheer, Noodle with his antics—but Miso just blinked once, very slowly. And then vanished.

She reappeared that night, at the edge of the grove, sitting calmly in a circle of moonlight. A scattering of ⊹˚₊ Miracle Nip ₊˚⊹—silver vine, valerian, kuppaimeni, and gall fruit—had soaked into her seams. The scent clung to her like purpose.

After that, the cats couldn’t resist her. Weighted just right, she gave the kind of thud that made instinct impossible to ignore. Pinned. Kicked. Carried away like prey, only to be hunted again and again.

Miso never speaks. She just waits.
And somehow, she’s always right where your cat needs her to be.