I am bolting all over the house tonight. Lynettea says I am over excited. What does that mean? I leaped from the top shelf of the bookcase onto my tall scratching post and it tipped over ‘dangerously’ before it rocked back. Never mind, I was already on the floor, rushing down the corridor, knocking off cushions.
Oh! Lynettea has just discovered what I am running after. A fly dashed in front of the computer screen buzzing furiously. She thinks maybe I succeeded in batting it with my paws.
I am looking behind the blind now to see if I can relocate it. Is that a shadow. Now she is telling me off because I can’t find it. I push at the blind again. Now I hook my paw between the slats. No fly.
Back on the floor, I stalk around the fallen cushions. Then I am on the alert again, sitting on the sofa.
