This is my birthday present. I ask you kitties, is this an appropriate gift for an eleven year old cat? I didn’t have the heart to say that to Lynettea, as she was obviously so pleased with her gift and she made so many efforts to get me to ‘use’ the creature. She picked up my front paws and tried to put them on the funny rope surface, but I wriggled away. She then scratched at it with her puny claws, making a scritching noise, along with a thumping noise as the ‘mouse’ hit against the fence. Well, I gave up in disgust and went into the bathroom for a bit of peace and quiet. I sat on the padded laundry box, which is an ideal place for a bit of contemplative reflection. When I had sat for a while, musing about my lifetime experience, I felt a fraction less tense.
Tomorrow is always another day, I thought, and perhaps we will go outside and I shall have the chance to sit in a bit of spring sunshine.
