January 24th 2012 10:40 pm
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Mum has a bowl and in it goes fruit. I don't get fruit. It doesn't smell remotely edible yet my mum eats it.
Yesterday she took an orange from the bowl but when she did that a grape took the chance to make his escape. He bounced down on the table, rolled across it and down to the floor. He must have thought he was a short roll from freedom but the Tobester was on his trail.
I whacked him with my paw, he fled but I was faster than him and the chase was on.
Mum wanted to know why I was picking on a grape when I have lots of toys to play with but she didn't see how fast that menace moved.
I left him for dead by the front door and later saw mum dispose of the evidence. Always profligate she didn't eat him - she said they aren't the same when they've been batted around the carpet - so he went in the compost bin. Another Toby triumph!
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Attack of the killer grape. My Grandpa eat them and never thought of them as play things. One thing about cats we can make toys out of anything. All it needs is a little imagination.
Good the grape made the escape Toby! But maybe better to play with your toys as Mom was reading that grapes and raisins are toxic to cats so make sure you don't eat any grapes.
Grape chasing sounds like fun. My meowmy won't let any of us purrlay with grapes because they are poisonous to us kitties. Hmmph! She's no fun! You sure showed that grape who's BOSS!