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As reliable as the waxing and waning of the moon, every morning my kitty
waits until my husband has finished his yogurt and sits there
enjoying his tea, and then she will walk under his chair, tail high in the air,
and yowl at him. When he leans down to
pet her, she will run as fast as her little cat legs will take her, spinning out when her furry feet can't get traction on the tile and then,
once she gets to the dead end that is the bathroom, she makes another mad dash out again to
Dr. BB’s chair, where she will, once more, yowl at him.
At this point, I usually start laughing because this happens
EVERY morning. Then I will toss one of her
toy balls toward her and she will run towards it, and then run around like a
cat possessed, playing with her toys and running up and down furniture. If the
windows are open, she will go to the window and yowrl, yoooorawww for a few
seconds.
Within five minutes, she has exhausted all of her resources. Tired cat is tired.
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To see what Bestest Friend wrote about the theme of the day, check out her blog, Too Legit to Quit.
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