In the spirit of full disclosure, today is the first day in sixty six I almost didn't write a post. I just wasn't sure it was worth the effort. I have, at most, twenty readers. But, I guess for those twenty people who are loyal, I'll keep going. I have another motivation, which is more personal. I'm keeping that my secret for now.
It was while I was sitting in the family room and happened to catch a scene in the living room mirror, I discovered something to write about. Fancy was at the very top of the cat tree in the living room, dodging an assault by his tiny brother, Dash, who was under the perch. Dash would grab Fancy's tail, then deftly dodge a bop on the head. Fancy would turn around and little brother would grab his tail again. This went on for quite awhile. Dash would swat at Fancy's tail and Fancy would try to hit him on the head. Operative word, try. I could tell Fancy was getting exasperated. Dash was loving it. He had figured out if he held on to the pole of Fancy's perch, Fancy couldn't see him. He kept spinning on that pole, ducking the blows that landed on air. Oh, life here has definitely changed.
Dash's usual partner in crime is asleep on the porch. Despite the heat and rain, Chance loves being outside. He is curled up under the porch swing; well away from the rain. This has left little brother searching for other targets. He tried Eli, who looked at him like, "Are you serious? I have better things to do than play nanny to you!" Even Finn wasn't in the mood for cat play. That left the hamster and Fancy. Dash sat on top of the hamster cage (it has a protective screen) for awhile, hoping for some movement. But Petey doesn't get active until evening, so that got boring quickly.
Little Dash does a good job of entertaining himself. I can tell by the various noises which object he has chosen to attack. What sounds like pebbles being thrown at a window means he's playing with the cords on the window blinds. Bell sounds, scritching then silence means he's playing with, then removing, the balls from the track toy. Thumping means he's jumping up and down on a cat tree. When he's run the gamut of things to explore in the house, he goes looking for trouble. The focus of his attention today, by default, has been Fancy. I can't tell you how much this pleases Mr. Fancy. He knows there will be hell to pay if he hurts the little guy, so he does his best to avoid a confrontation. I have seen him levitate in order to escape an ambush. One of these days, though...
This is how messed up I am today. I was watching a taped episode of Sunday Morning at about noon. When they interrupted programming to show a rocket launch, I went running outside to hopefully see it. I stood there for quite awhile, hopping from one foot to the other on the hot patio, scanning the sky for any sign of a rocket trail. I finally gave up, figuring the trees were blocking my view. As I came back inside, the neurons finally fired and I realized the launch had happened hours earlier - when the show had originally aired. Maybe I've been breathing too much cat litter dust.
Well, even on a day when I'm lower than a worm, there is still something to laugh about.
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