When my cat food arrives this morning by courier. I run under the bed.
After an hour, when I decide to check on her, Lynettea says, 'There's a special toy inside the carton for you, Sasha. Shall I open it?'
Why ask me?' I wonder, since she is going to open it anyway.
She attacks the sticky tape with scissors, wrenches back the cardboard flaps and pulls out a light green ball with fronds. I remember seeing it in the online store. Some of the reviews were good, some poor.
'Here! Catch it, Sasha,' she says.
But I don't want to catch it. I really came out to remind her to fill the food bowl.
Oh!' she says, 'Lets try again.'
I jump on top of my pole to get away from it.
She starts throwing it up to me. I push it off. Next time I bat it off. Then I grab it in my jaws and drop it. I am enjoying seeing her so excited, scrabbling after it on the floor. Humans are a good pet.
Now, where's my food?