Yogi

Yogi has recently declared war on tails. Any tails. His is particularly vexing. He will often hop into the bathtub and chase the tail there, because it doesn't get away from him as much in there. He also enjoys stalking and pouncing on it on the bed. The bed surface doesn't really permit running in circles, so he does more of a twirling pounce. With the fleece throw on the bed, the air literally crackles with elecricity in the heat of battle.

If the tail is outsmarting him, he'll casually sit down and start cleaning his nether regions, all the while keeping an eye on the tail. Slowly, he licks closer and closer until CHOMP, he can catch it again. Then the wrestling resumes. Last night, and I am not making this up, the tail actually threw Yogi off the bed. Both tail and Yogi disappeared under the bed, but when they re-emerged, the tail seemed properly subdued.

Copyright © Caroline J. Swindell
January 19, 2002