I got a dragonfly toy a few months ago, and it's still my favorite toy. I play with it (with a little help from Mama) every night.
Times have changed. I used to run up and down stairs chasing the cap off the milk jug. I would run all over chasing other toys. I loved to jump on the bed frame, balancing on it and walking back and forth showing off. I chased the other two male cats that used to live with us. Now, I just lie on my side and bat at the toy (usually purring the whole time). I never jump up on anything but the bed. I'm an older gal. I turn 14 some time this year (I'll celebrate my 14th Gotcha later this year).
I still have fun playing with my toy, sitting out on my patio in the sun and getting lots of pets from Mama. Life is good; it's just not as energetic.