November 7th 2013 10:45 pm
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When it's cold and I don't want to play outside I like to chase Josie. When she's had enough I like my mum to amuse me - maybe Da Bird, maybe the laser pointer, maybe some new game. I'm pretty easy to please really.
Last night - Da Bird. How I love that game. How I leap! How I jump! How I defy the laws of gravity in a balletic display of grace! How I thunked.....
Bang! So intent on Da Bird fluttering irrisistably just out of reach was I that I didn't see how close to the unit I had got until I hit it.
"Ooooooh" said my mum. "Ooooooh" said my insides.
I continued my path to behind the armchair to re-group. Hm. Nothing brokened. Good.
I emerged for my applause.
"Poor Toby," said my mum. "Are you OK?"
I lay down to consider this. Being thunked is surprisingly tiring. I gradually started to close my eyes.
"Toby! Oh my gosh!" said my mum and ran with pleasing haste to my side and stroked me.
"What?" I asked, giving her a playful bat with my paw.
"I thought you had knocked yourself out there."
"Nah! Didn't hurt. Shall we continue?" Up to my feet and ready to pounce.
So we did. It takes more than a thunking to stop me.
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I never stop either!
Ah ha ha ha ha! and MOL! I wish your mom had gotten all that on film!
She should have! I was brilliant. Next time..... Purrs Toby