Buster doesn't have much patience for laser pointers. He'll chase the dot for about ten seconds, but then I think he realizes it's incorporeal and/or controlled by me. And then he looks at me with a sort of "Oh fuck you" expression[1].

The black fox tail I purchased at a Native American craft show a few years back, on the other hand, has become his favorite toy. I've taken to hiding it around the apartment so that he can find it and pounce/tackle/wrestle it to the ground.

[1] This is, of course, Buster's default expression.