The Gentle Art of Deceit

On Sun, 19 Oct 2003 18:10:55 GMT, Mark Edwards
wrote:


I usually keep a plastic handle-snipped shopping bag on the floor for
Little Feet, since he loves them so much.

In fact, he frequently runs to his bag, slides into it, and splays his
toes (claws out) over any un-cat-covered portion he can see, to stake
his claim, whenever he sees me heading that way. It's *his* bag, and I
had better not forget it.

Many times, I'll sit down next to him and play with him.

Sometimes the game is F'rocious Bag Monster. A F'rocious Monster lives
in the bag, and slides forward, across the carpet. The Monster attacks
anything to the front, left, or right of his bag-filtered vision.

Sometimes a bug pulls a hair or two on the Monster's tail, and the
Monster has to turn around to deal with it. And the Monster doesn't
like his tummy rubbed. He pretends to... until the attacker goes for
his tummy, then rabit kicks the attacker to shreds, unless the evil
attacker is quick to remove his hand.

I should point out that Little Feet LOVES a tummy rub, but the Monster
uses his tummy as bait.

Sometimes the game is Land Grab. Little Feet sprawls out on the bag,
and grabs any uncovered parts of the bag that he thinks I might grab.
Of course, I grab the part of the bag off to either side, which he
hurriedly twists around to grab. I have developed lightning fast
avoid-the-claws reflexes in this game.

When he has grabbed hold of the bag at his side, I reach for eithe the
place he just let go, or the bag on the other side. Which he quickly
twists around and grabs.

Or I'll skritch his ears or his back, near the tail, and tell him what
a sweet, loveable kitty he is - just before I grab another part of the
bag and tug.

He has his own little tricks too. I'll manage to grab an unclaimed
portion of the bag, and he'll suddenly stop and look off into another
room. When I look up to see what he's looking at, he'll grab the bag
out of my hand, turn over with the entire bag between his paws, and
kill the whole bag before we start all over.

Finally, last week, he and Dulce were playing F'rocious Bag Monster,
but I'm not entirely sure that Dulce understands the rules, because
when I saw them in the hall, it looked like they had gotten into a
little more than a play fight. And then she wanted back out...


Huigs and Purrs,
Mark
What fun kittens are!

Ahh, the power cats hold over we mere humans.

--
Alan Erskine
alanterskine(at)hotmail.com

Malaysian Prime Minister
Mahathir Mohamad - the new Hitler
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"Mark Edwards" wrote in message
...

I usually keep a plastic handle-snipped shopping bag on the floor for
Little Feet, since he loves them so much.

In fact, he frequently runs to his bag, slides into it, and splays his
toes (claws out) over any un-cat-covered portion he can see, to stake
his claim, whenever he sees me heading that way. It's *his* bag, and I
had better not forget it.

Many times, I'll sit down next to him and play with him.

Sometimes the game is F'rocious Bag Monster. A F'rocious Monster lives
in the bag, and slides forward, across the carpet. The Monster attacks
anything to the front, left, or right of his bag-filtered vision.

Sometimes a bug pulls a hair or two on the Monster's tail, and the
Monster has to turn around to deal with it. And the Monster doesn't
like his tummy rubbed. He pretends to... until the attacker goes for
his tummy, then rabit kicks the attacker to shreds, unless the evil
attacker is quick to remove his hand.

I should point out that Little Feet LOVES a tummy rub, but the Monster
uses his tummy as bait.

Sometimes the game is Land Grab. Little Feet sprawls out on the bag,
and grabs any uncovered parts of the bag that he thinks I might grab.
Of course, I grab the part of the bag off to either side, which he
hurriedly twists around to grab. I have developed lightning fast
avoid-the-claws reflexes in this game.

When he has grabbed hold of the bag at his side, I reach for eithe the
place he just let go, or the bag on the other side. Which he quickly
twists around and grabs.

Or I'll skritch his ears or his back, near the tail, and tell him what
a sweet, loveable kitty he is - just before I grab another part of the
bag and tug.

He has his own little tricks too. I'll manage to grab an unclaimed
portion of the bag, and he'll suddenly stop and look off into another
room. When I look up to see what he's looking at, he'll grab the bag
out of my hand, turn over with the entire bag between his paws, and
kill the whole bag before we start all over.

Finally, last week, he and Dulce were playing F'rocious Bag Monster,
but I'm not entirely sure that Dulce understands the rules, because
when I saw them in the hall, it looked like they had gotten into a
little more than a play fight. And then she wanted back out...


Huigs and Purrs,
Mark