When You See A Ping-Pong Ball At 2am...
... just as you're getting ready to go to bed, whatever you do - don't drop it on the floor to see if the cat will putt it!
Did that last night / this morning, and Minnie looked at it suspiciously... then gave it a tap... and that was it - she was off, tearing around the living room and hallway like a thing possessed after this ball!
And every time she putted it somewhere like behind the ironing board, muggins had to come and get it for her... so I decided I couldn't beat her, so I might as well join the peedie buggerlugs - so I started throwing the ball up the stairs and she would belt hell-for-leather up after it, then rumble down again after it... eventually reaching the point where she was ¾ of the way up the stairs before the ball even left my hand.
After about 45 minutes, I thought she'd be knackered (and I know I was... lol), so I sneakily put the ball out of her reach and went to bed. However, at this point, I had a cat who was still in full-on kitten mode (she's 5 years old, for gawd's sake) - and who spent the next hour pestering her mother (who didn't like the ball, and who was trying to sleep at this stage), and bouncing up and down on my belly, rubbing her wet nose on me, and plaguing me for cuddles!
Never again! All ball games are now banned! (What do you mean, "Why were you in the sports shop buying more ping-pong balls today, then?" Err...)
Did that last night / this morning, and Minnie looked at it suspiciously... then gave it a tap... and that was it - she was off, tearing around the living room and hallway like a thing possessed after this ball!
And every time she putted it somewhere like behind the ironing board, muggins had to come and get it for her... so I decided I couldn't beat her, so I might as well join the peedie buggerlugs - so I started throwing the ball up the stairs and she would belt hell-for-leather up after it, then rumble down again after it... eventually reaching the point where she was ¾ of the way up the stairs before the ball even left my hand.
After about 45 minutes, I thought she'd be knackered (and I know I was... lol), so I sneakily put the ball out of her reach and went to bed. However, at this point, I had a cat who was still in full-on kitten mode (she's 5 years old, for gawd's sake) - and who spent the next hour pestering her mother (who didn't like the ball, and who was trying to sleep at this stage), and bouncing up and down on my belly, rubbing her wet nose on me, and plaguing me for cuddles!
Never again! All ball games are now banned! (What do you mean, "Why were you in the sports shop buying more ping-pong balls today, then?" Err...)
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