Peekaboo, annoyingly bright morning sun. I see you.
Now I don’t and that’s much better.
If you really want the ball as badly as you say you do, stop bringing it back to the Human who tosses it across the backyard, away from you, again and again and again.
Logic, Woofies, logic.
Some games you can play alone, like knock-the-breakable-bibelots-off-the-bookshelf.
Some games, though, require a partner, like under-door-paw-swat.
–Lily and Amber
Is your Human Daddy exhausted after a long day at the mysterious place he and Human Mommy call “work”? Lick his face vigorously. That will set him up for the evening rounds of ball toss, Frisbee, and possibly tug.
Younger cats will play and play and play, ignoring dinner in favor of frivolous games.
We, the elder cats, approve of youthful foolishness as it means more wet food for us.
–Amber, Darth Vader, Quicksilver and Phelps
Don’t worry if you forget to hide your tail during the morning session of Foot Pounce. Humans have notoriously slow reflexes, especially before they’ve had their coffee. Even if they know you’re coming for them, they are incapable of moving their feet fast enough to avoid your lightening claws and teeth.