5:19pm January 3, 2012

Fey no I can’t play “cat tag”.

I had gotten up to go to the bathroom.

So out of nowhere there’s a cat on my leg.

And I yelp and she runs off.

And I see her lurking behind a corner ready to pounce on me.

So I walk up as if I can’t see her and at the last second lunge towards her.

So she runs off somewhere and wants me to chase her.

Only… my impression of “running” is more like high-speed shuffling.

And even without doing that I can’t be upright this long.

So, to her annoyance, I go to bed.

Rather than give her the pleasure of jumping out so she can chase me around the house at top speed while I try to keep her from sticking all her pointy bits in my leg.

(Even though she knows by now I only get up for the bathroom or other necessary stuff. Which is why she hangs out in the bed with me so much even though she’s still got enough energy to periodically tear around the house like a herd of elephants, howling loudly the whole time. Usually around three in the morning. She doesn’t look or act her age – 12, but most people guess 6 or even younger. You have to know her well to tell she feels her age.)

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