Ruby couldn't care less about her big box of toys. She likes the toys she finds herself the best: dirty socks, the sponge out of the bathroom, the extra hoover attachments, the cushions off our sofa, the plastic labels from the garden that show what you've planted where (or did until she ran off with them), my slippers, my dressing gown cord, and anything at all as long as she's taken in out of the bin.