Not really a plume. Maus already shredded the feather toys.
This last one is a sort of a dry-grass switch on a string, she is nomming to death.
She's abandoned the actual toy end, though, in favor of the working parts... first the string,
the control stick.
Now, why does that face look so familiar?
For more faces of beasties, familiar or not, be sure to visit Modulator's Friday Ark #194, and, on Sunday, stop by the CotC, this weekend to be hosted by the gang at Pet's Garden Blog.