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weaktwosI wake up to the sound of Dueling Banjos.
Oh yeah, that's my cell phone ring tone. Now it's not so funny, is it, smartass?
Sascha and I played "bed monster" and "try to catch the shiny object-on-wand" games this morning. I take great amusement in taunting him with the wand.
The cat tease routine:
I move the toy a bit. His gaze snaps to the object.
I move it a bit more. He adjusts himself for the pounce. But on my bedspread, I can hear the movement of his paws. They are sliding about into position, but it sounds like a slow scurry is happening under his body. His head is low to the ground. His eyes, fixed on the object of is passion.
I pause, then jerk the toy an inch. He jerks in response, the muscles of his little fur corpus flexing like dominos falling down.
I repeat the previous act several times, and he responds the same.
Finally, he is fed up. He feels the time is right. He lunges forth onto the shiny wand-end.
He pauses for a moment, seemingly satisfied. Then he is ready for another round.
I'm a fairly well trained owner now. I now understand Sascha's "My crunchy bowl is empty, jackass" meow.
Today will be a day of conventional domesticity, I believe. Laundry, dishes, vacuuming, perhaps. Errands, etc.
Oh yeah, that's my cell phone ring tone. Now it's not so funny, is it, smartass?
Sascha and I played "bed monster" and "try to catch the shiny object-on-wand" games this morning. I take great amusement in taunting him with the wand.
The cat tease routine:
I move the toy a bit. His gaze snaps to the object.
I move it a bit more. He adjusts himself for the pounce. But on my bedspread, I can hear the movement of his paws. They are sliding about into position, but it sounds like a slow scurry is happening under his body. His head is low to the ground. His eyes, fixed on the object of is passion.
I pause, then jerk the toy an inch. He jerks in response, the muscles of his little fur corpus flexing like dominos falling down.
I repeat the previous act several times, and he responds the same.
Finally, he is fed up. He feels the time is right. He lunges forth onto the shiny wand-end.
He pauses for a moment, seemingly satisfied. Then he is ready for another round.
I'm a fairly well trained owner now. I now understand Sascha's "My crunchy bowl is empty, jackass" meow.
Today will be a day of conventional domesticity, I believe. Laundry, dishes, vacuuming, perhaps. Errands, etc.
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Date: 2002-11-22 09:22 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2002-11-22 10:07 am (UTC)