Games you play or played with friends, family and pets.

I’m really thinking of non video games but I didn’t want to put in too many restrictions on th thread.

I was travelling in a friend’s car with his family when they were playing I-Spy. The youngest said,”I spy with my little eye something beginning with F.” My friend thought for a minute and then said, “Rat!” The youngster confirmed that he was correct. I was amazed that he’d gotten it right considering it was the wrong letter and there were no rats in sight. “How did you get that?!” I asked. He looked at me and smiled, ”It’s always rat.”

"20 Questions" and variations.

Hu. I've vaguely heard 'Twenty questions' mentioned but that isn't a thing in the UK at least not the parts I frequent.

We had a Dingbat sheet to go through at a Christmas Dinner. It was fun but really annoying because the one's you couldn't get bothered you all evening.

Higgledy wrote:

Hu. I've vaguely heard 'Twenty questions' mentioned but that isn't a thing in the UK at least not the parts I frequent.

We had a Dingbat sheet to go through at a Christmas Dinner. It was fun but really annoying because the one's you couldn't get bothered you all evening.

Well, I never heard of "Dingbat sheets." (Although I think I've seen them, with other names.)

It might not be popular in the UK, but that might make Twenty Questions more novel. It can be engaging, and is one of the few things you can play with a mixed group and no props or anything.

I may have to employ it in the future. Thanks

I really started this so I could relate stories of playing with our cat Flynn. He's a fascinating case study but probably very similar to other cats truth be known.

My dog used to be able to catch a thrown frisbee in his mouth. I have no idea how we taught him to do that.

Flynn is very good at getting his paws on a small, fast moving object in mid air. I guess that's part of his job description. I have a tiny bell on the end of a piece of elastic fastened to a rod. Occasionally I accidentally hit him on the head with the rod or he jumps into it. I feel for him but it doesn't seem to bother him.

He also seems to like digging for imaginary mice between the cushions of the settee. He perhaps should have been a terrier.