It’s been cold and snowy for days, so of course the 4-leggeds have had the snow sillies. They’re far better forecasters than the pros on the weather channel. The other night, Mac hopped into one of her kitty beds on my bed while Caesar snoozed and I read. At one point goofy girl was actually playing with 3 toys at the same time, flipping them around and tossing them in the air. Remarkably, as I lay reading, a small pink mouse Mac was tossing around suddenly and quite literally went whizzing by my ear to land in the pocket of one of those bed pillow chairs next to my pillow. Nice shot!
And the other morning, not only did the Mac and Fireball have a grand time chasing the red dot (from the laser pointer), but even the Big Guy got involved chasing it. That was a first. While he definitely watches the red dot as it moves around on the floor and occasionally will stoop to sniff it as it trundles by his front feet, he has always been way too sophisticated to chase such a silly thing…but not that day. He got as silly as the little ones do chasing it around and attacking the rug on which the dot momentarily took rest. Even more remarkable, he puffed up his tail — something I’ve never seen from him before.
Mac has developed a new technique for chasing the laser pointer dot. She makes big dramatic moves and literally throws herself on top of the spot where the dot was moments before, as though trying to trap it via belly flop. Fireball, on the other hand, has perfected the art of hitting the dot repeatedly with both front paws (a la whack-a-mole). He gets fairly incensed when the dot lands on his tail and starts working its way up his back. He rolls halfway over like a harbor seal and literally tries to attack his own tail or hip.
And Caesar gets a fairly menacing look when that ragged piece of denim cloth at the end of the kitty fishing pole starts hovering over him in the air. You can almost see him clench his jaws as he makes remarkably graceful leaps in the air trying to attack it. The ultimate insult is, of course, when the darned thing lands on his back and he can’t reach it. He gets his revenge when he does catch the silly thing by trying to chew through the thick black string that holds it to the pole. Hence, the human has to pay attention to what she’s doing when the kitties have their morning constitutional.
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