Mama leaves me here and says, “Have a ball, Loulou.” Is she out of her mind?
Well, these guys are serious sadists when it comes to some things.
Here I am in the garden, just staring (once again) at my new tennis balls.
Uh, merci, folks, these are very nice balls, but…
…haven’t you forgotten something? DUH.
YOU DIDN’T GET ME A RACQUET!
Jeez, Louise, you’d think they’d learn…
and mama left her shadow in the photo.
I can’t teach them anything.
At least she could lob a few at you
Well maybe if I had a bat, she might’ve thrown me a ball!
Angel Cody used to LOVE tennis balls!!!
Oh I remember Cody and I think I remember the chasing of tennis balls at some point. A sweet memory….
Humans think us cats will play on demand. Don’t they know we don’t do anything we don’t want to do??
THEY never seem to GET it!
That was a ballsy move by your mama, Loulou.
Hey, but it netted me a well-deserved NAP.
GEEZ – I love balls that squeak! And toys that squeak – but I have too many (Mamma says) – Have FUN Loulou – those balls can be fun (especially if they squeak, heehee)! BUT they do give us exercise and needed weight loss!!!
WEiGHT LOSS? HOW DO YOU SPELL THAT, HAHA. They go to Montpelier tomorrow for something or other but it’s a fast trip. Computer stuff I think. I sleep.
Maybe she could rub them with a few leaves of catnip !
Now you’re talkin’…who needs a racquet when you can get wee wah on nip?
Hey, if it makes her happy just humor her Loulou!
You are always so right about these things, Brian. Humor her is a good thing anytime around here, haha.
I suppose your Mama was hoping you’d just push those balls all around the garden and that would be satisfying in some way. Of course you need a racquet to practice proper tennis skills but we mustn’t expect TOO MUCH forethought from our humans – they just do the best they can- poor things.
HAHA
Hugs, Teddy
Yes, they do have quite a large space between the ears sometimes. And if I had a racquet, I would need an outfit…
Maybe just stick with pushing the balls. Good idea.