Cat Stories

So I showed the cantaloupe to Ketzl, the slightly bumpy free one. And he "marked" it, rubbing his face on all sides of the melon. I cut off the first slice and couldn't get it down into the bowl quickly enough. We played "bat the mouse," with him sitting on top of a perch, me tossing the mouse up, Ketzl unerringly whapping it with his paw, me retrieving it. This went on for as long as I could take it. Then he became a wild thing, running around the house, digging into boxes, having a wonderful time, letting me know he missed having someone to play with while I was gone all day. Jeremy came home after a wild and wooly day of his own, and also fended with the cat. Finally, Ketzl retired to the warmth of the bed, in a perfect pike position. What a cat!