May 8th 2013 10:40 pm
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Yesterday I played indoors. I played with Da Bird and then Josie and I both chased the red dot and then I spotted something even better. A moth!
I love the way they flitter and flutter and I was going to get this one. Excellent. I left Josie and mum to the red dot thing; I had real prey.
Then it stopped. It flew to the ceiling and just sat there.
"Mum," I called.
"MUM" - a louder meow. She clearly hadn't grasped the urgency of the situation.
She came out into the hall and looked where I looked.
Luckily she had da Bird in her hand and he comes on a long stick. She reached up with the stick and poked the moth and he was off again. Mum went back to her sofa.
Then he stopped flittering again.
"Mum - come and make him flutter"
To be fair to her the first few times she did but the gaps before he stopped again got shorter and I think she got a bit fed up.
"Can't you find your own entertainment?"
"I did. My moth"
"I think he's had enough now. Come back and play with your toys"
But I wanted that moth. If sheer staring could bring a moth down he would have been in my paws. Sadly it can't and then it was bedtime.
I can't find him this morning. Mum says not to worry - there'll be plenty more.
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I hope you find him again. He sounds like fun.
Sounds like fun!