So, on Sunday I was sick. Not "I think I'm about to be quite ill" sick, thank goodness, just "lay around quietly" sick. When I got tired of laying around on the bed, I found variety by laying around on the sofa. There I was entertained all afternoon by the cat.
Andrew built her a new toy by attaching pieces of yarn to a revolving fan. Now Phi positively adores yarn. Waving a piece of yarn in front of her is like offering her cat porn. There is absolutely nothing she would rather be doing than watching that yarn.
Thus, as I lay horizontal on the couch, the end table in front of the couch prevented me from seeing the floor. Then the fan would spin, the yarn would dance, and, without warning, there would suddenly be a cat in mid-air, leaping to catch that string.
As I always say, who needs a TV when you've got a cat?
2 comments:
I would add to that, who needs TV when you have an active cat. My cat can barely be induced to move, let alone pursue anything. Hence why she is a fat ass. Hope you are feeling better in time for T-day today!
aren't there laws against kitty porn in the states?
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