A little later, while I was having coffee and reading the paper, I heard a suspicious noise from the kitchen. I put down both the coffee mug and the paper and, as I stood up, Chip came proudly out of the kitchen, carrying the feather toy in his mouth, with the pole trailing behind him.
He then flopped down on the carpet and proceeded to beat the hell out of the toy.
I now keep it in a closet.
4 comments:
Chip looks wee. Did they charge you full price for a 3/4 cat?
He's an 11-lb cat. I paid full price, plus a donation.
He's a terrific cat. Not destructive, sheds little, lets me clip his claws, when he needs medicine, he's no trouble. But he can be a bit of a jerk when he's got his piss-and-vinegar tank full.
The closet is the only place. But I agree, dragging the pole and kickin, the stuffing out is a pleasure to observe.
Long time reader. Enjoy your work as it has reality, acidic views of same, snark, and some true honest insights, but that is just what I believe to be true. Carry on.
S
:-)
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