YOU THINK I WANT TO CHASE THAT? What has come over you, mama?
Well, mama bought me this strange thing on the end of a fishing line (unlike the feathery one) and when she moves it around a weird little red dot goes bonkers all over the floor and room and me and anything else in its way but I simply do NOT understand that kind of play or that kind of toy. Mama never bought them for me because she doesn’t like teasing, so she bought THIS one so that I could tear the throat out of the little whatever it is on the end of the string, but frankly, mais cela ne m‘intéressait pas. It did not interest me AT ALL.
I think I’m getting older.
A lovely 88-year-old friend here in our little ville says that only kittens play really well and that as we more mature sorts age, we sort of lose our playful natures and resort more to just batting things and on occasion, chasing the feathered thing (that I really love to play with in the morn after waking and before petit dejeuner) and every now and then, surprising mama by chasing around in the garden after some unknown creature that exists only for me.
Oh, well.
That little red dot is pretty interesting, but only because it comes out of the tail of a FISH!!! Far out!
Do ALL fish have lasers in their you know wheres?
We love how your mom caught that wonderful expression on your face!
Have a wonderful weekend…
Noodle and crew
Hey, I think I may have taken that one…haha.
Wow! That sounds like some fish!! Maybe it’s from the Pacific where Kim-whatever is exploding nuclear devices!? That would make a fish’s hiney light up for sure!! Maybe your mama’s friend is right about our mature play habits. If I can’t chase it (or eat it) and then shake the beejeezus (what DOES that mean?) out of it, then kiss and make up, I’m just not interested. We are the great huntresses. Is that a word?
Hey, Mya, yes, it’s a word but I’m going to call your antics Shake and Make…up, that is. I LOVE watching you tear the throats out of your …er…toys.
Loulou, you are “une enfant gâtée”.
I am tempted to look for one of these laser toys for Réglisse, my biiig tuxie cat. Although he tends to lose interest very rapidly.
Well, as long as he can kill it at the end and have something to show for it. That’s why mama is wary of lasers but I’m not that interested anyway so she doesn’t have to worry. Papa chases it pretty well, though.
Actually, having looked it up on the Net, I give laser up.
Réglisse will have to be happy with me, (his “real Mama” since I bottle-fed him when he was a 136 g kitty) entertaining him with our old rag mouse. Said mouse as a tiny bell that emits a nice little sound. He seems to enjoy it.
OH, Reglisse. I am going to look at your photos NOW. But wait—do you have a blog?
No, Réglisse doesn’t have a blog. Not for lack of inspiration, I am sure, but because he spends most of his time exercising, playing with Charly the poodle, napping with Domino the cavalier K.C., eating.
La belle vie, quoi !
Uh, oh, what’s a KC. Will look that up. I’m terrible with initials except for L.
LouLou, you look properly startled and indignant. But even my older kitties can get rather wild when they’ve had some nip. Or Valerian. Or Silvervine.
Oh, what is silvervine? And mama thought that valerian, which is in Beaphar, is supposed to calm me for trips! Uh, oh….
Silvervine is another plant that effects some cats like nip. I think it is Valerian that smells like feet, though.
FEET???? Do I want that between my EARS? Beaphar works, though.