Posted by on Jun 3, 2019 | 5 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m content now to simply rest on mama’s hand and relax.

Well, as I became accustomed to my new abode, I also felt that my very serious feral personality was undergoing a radical change.  I no longer had to forage for my meals, attempting to chase small creatures all over the place and often failing because another bad kitty intimidated little me, discouraging me from the hunt.  I no longer had to find a semi-warm place to snooze, with one 👂 ear cocked for danger.

However, there was the introduction, new for me, of a strange feathered something on the end of what looked like a fishing rod, whatever that is, and my new anthros would toss it into the air and then hide it under our duvet and pull it along the edge as if it were real prey.  Boy, what these anthros can think up!

I would far rather have had a little mouse in a harness with a leash that mama could pull around instead of the feathers and I could sharpen my chasseur skills whilst lolling on a nice soft bed.  Ah, well, I complied and still do with the Chase a Feather thingy, especially when cooped up in this apartment as I am now for another two weeks.

Hey, you have to humor them, right?  After all, they have done so much to keep you happy and fed and I feel that  to go along with silly games is the least I can do.

Plus, I love tearing the throat out of that feather, heh, heh…

…but  I think this particular game has a formidable learning curve…