Mom is gone again, to Madison, Indiana, this time, to the annual Authors Fair. I can’t believe she left me again! I feel like somebody in that movie she likes so much, Casablanca: I wait … and wait … and wait.
Oh, well, maybe she’ll bring me a cat toy to ignore.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you play with toys? Why or why not? Do you play with toys when your human isn’t watching?
KG
Jane
March 15, 2014 at 9:45amHail, Katya!
All your friends are here to keep you company. Sorry, no toys. But as you undoubtedly know, almost anything can be a toy.
For instnace: A Charlie!
😉
Marian Allen
March 16, 2014 at 11:07amKatya’s favorite way of playing with Charlie is scratching any of his shoes she can find lying around loose until he jumps up and cusses at her.
Chris Graham
March 15, 2014 at 2:42pmPoor Katya – when she deigns to come back give her a severe sulking at and ignore her until mealtime 🙂
Marian Allen
March 16, 2014 at 11:07amDammit, Chris, that’s exactly what she’s doing!!! lol
Katherine James
March 15, 2014 at 2:57pmI love your cats eyes. They seem to drip with dismissive annoyance; “another photo, really? *sigh*. Fine then”. 😉
Marian Allen
March 16, 2014 at 11:08amLOL! You’ve got her number, all right! 😀