My Imp of the Perverse

No sooner had I published the previous article on my blog (see below) than it was proven wrong. The very day that I described how my cats preferred a denim-covered Kick-a-roo to its plush counterpart, I went home and saw Josie doing this.

That’s the other Kick-a-roo over which she is making such a fuss. It is a tiger-striped toy, fuzzy; the same size as the other one of its kind, but with a decidedly different feel. The cats have played with it, but not to the extent of their interaction with the other. Now, Josie has a minor interest in books. When she sees one open on a table or bed, she likes to sprawl upon it. Perhaps she has picked up rudimentary reading skills, perused my blog and determined to have a laugh at my expense.

In any case, here she is having a grand time licking, kicking and biting the furry Kick-a-roo. The pictures are all blurry, as you can see; an indication of the unwonted speed with which my Chubs was enjoying the toy.

So the beasts continue to play with my mind, subtly and with a sense of humour. There’s no harm in it, and I take it well. Now, let’s see how the Great White feels when she realises I’ve substituted wet cement for the cat litter...