Last night, as the dog and I were sitting quietly, the cats being occupied elsewhere, a small ginger cat crept out from behind the chair and started to play with the numerous toys scattered about.
This morning, with some preliminary winding-up by me wielding the fur on a stick, both James and Scooter were forced to set aside their suspicion, anxiety, hostility and fearfulness in order to catch that thing! There were darts and dashes, scamperings and little pounces, and only the occasional hiss or growl from Mr Conflicted. James preferred to play under the chairs, but he chirruped invitingly to Scooter throughout, and only retired when Millie stalked in to give her (forceful) opinion.
Most of my pictures were too blurred to show - those boys are fast! - but some things are evident:
- that armchair is in a terrible state. Lottie lies on her back and scratches it to attract my attention. Works every time.