I intend to leave the house today, for both work and play, and possibly even an errand.
This means that I will miss the cat's crepuscular play time. At dawn and dusk Goldie wants to kill small things. He signals that it is killing time by lying on one of our two small rugs and trashing at it until he rolls up into a Goldie Burrito. Then I give him a sacrifice: I dangle the feather stick, or the chewy end of the headphone cord, or I toss the small ball of yarn. (But not the smallest ball of yarn, god, woman, what am I supposed to do with this?)
I have recently read a piece on How to Play with a Cat, and have upped my game. Now I know the importance of letting him believe the headphone cord is in a coma. He gets to do a final pounce and finish the job.
I might not be there at dusk tonight, and my guess is that Gary's hands and feet are just the right size to pounce on, but just once, before the screaming begins.
Perhaps he will go downstairs and kill the mouse that has been pooping all over the craft storage area. That would be ideal.
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