August 11th 2008 6:53 am
A few days ago, the humans started their quadrennial international competitions. They have foot races, swimming competitions, and see how far they can throw spears. As a cat, I would find these competitions more entertaining if they were done in the wilderness and were racing from alligators and lions, or trying to spear their dinner before they starve, but sadly, they are merely about fitness and not survival.
The cats have their own olympic games, of course, but they are far more casual and done not so much for medals as pure love of sport. From archery (which tests the suppleness of our backs) to yowling (no explanation needed), the cat olympics are both thrilling to watch and fun to compete in. My own sports are simple laps (at milk, in a little bowl) to the recumbent decathlon, which involves sitting on and in several different items with a panel of judges scoring on apparent laziness, relaxation, and contentment.
Lucy is engaged in the Begging competition, while Torii and Gilda are competing in the men's and women's freestyle demanding contests, respectively. Our baby girl Pippi hopes to compete in the winter olympics in 2010, in the sport of Snow Batting, which she does brilliantly through the picture window.
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