Samantha is getting too smart for her, or my, own good. Just now she was sacked out on the couch between Patty and me, snoring away. I was watching the tube, and Patty was working with heavy knitting yarn. It's always fun playing with a cat with some yarn, so I asked Patty to give me a little piece. Of yarn. She gave me two pieces of yarn about a foot long each.

I dangled them enticingly in front of Sam, but she was dead to the world. So I dragged them across her face. She raised her head and gave kind of a sleepy look, then closed her eyes again. I dragged the yarn more vigorously across her face, and she just gave it that sleepy look again.

This time I really flapped it hard against her face. That cat came plumb unglued. With a screech she leaped and wrapped her paws around my wrist and sank her fangs into my skin. With a screech I dropped the yarn, and she pounced on it, wrapping herself around it and playing like a little kitten.

Next time I'll use a longer piece of yarn and a long fishing pole.

Copyright © David Yehudah
March 19, 2000