As I have mentioned before, I love to play The String Game, ie. chasing a long knotted string when papa or mama puts it under the comforter and shows just the tip and then pulls it into the comforter to hide it and I POUNCE and try to tear its throat out. The they pull out the string and hide it again on the other side of the bed and I sneak up and POUNCE again, ad nauseam.
Well, I’ve figured it out. It’s not just my exercise to get skinny that they are insisting I take—It’s PAPA wanting HIS exercise and so I condescend to do this silly thing over and over and papa goes faster and faster and then I’m exhausted but he still keeps hiding that silly “mouse” at the end of the string (of course, I KNOW it’s not a mouse—only a dumb dumb would think that, even if I’m pretty sure that I’ve not seen a mouse in my entire life) and I think to myself, “When is this guy gonna want to stop and take a breather? If we keep this up, he’s gonna look like Schwartzenegger, just as I look exactly like Vera de Milo after all this chasing around!”
FINALLY, it gets to be breakfast time or dinner time, depending on when this game takes place because kitties only really like to hunt in the early morning and at dusk so that’s when they feel that have to play with/exercise me, but they used to take only about 10 or 15 minutes to run me around the bed and now, papa wants to play all the time because it’s so much fun for HIM!
Oh, boy. Humans are so, so weird. I think I’m gonna get him a couple of barbells and a little treadmill so he’ll leave me alone to do what I do best: post-workout snooze.
