Cat Olympics

This is Ruthie again, your friendly neighborhood Cat Olympics reporter, audience, and participant.  It’s fun being a cat, especially on a week like this one.  Our events for the week included Chasing Each Other around the House all Night Long, Tomato Plant Killing, and Mouse Soccer. 

Chasing Each Other around the House all Night Long pretty much goes without saying.  With five of us in the house, we are each other’s best sports equipment.  On occasion, I’ll squirrel myself in the bedroom with my person.  Mostly, it’s just so boring.  She doesn’t do much for HOURS.  So I’d rather stay out and chase other cats around.  The dogs aren’t even out of bedrooms to bark at us, so it’s the best time to toss stuff off furniture, destroy stuff, and play tag. 

The annual Tomato Plant Killing event was much more special.  I understand we only get Tomato Plants in the house once a year, so we need to take advantage of this exciting event while we have it.  With all the freezing we’ve been having, our person mama brought in the tomato plants and, silly her, put them where we could kill them.  So we tossed them off furniture, chewed on them, and gave them all the love they deserve.  I don’t think our person mama likes this event much. 

Then there was the most exciting event of the week, Mouse Soccer.  This was more fun than last week’s Mouse Piñata because we ALL got to get in the game [won’t describe that one because some humans might find it a yucky, but let your imagination run wild].  It was great.  Like with last week, Toothless was one minute sucking on our person mama’s shirt, pretending to be an itty bitty, defenseless, toothless, mewling kitten and the next, terrorizing a fat mouse. Best soccer ball ever. 

That wasn’t the really fun part because he didn’t let us play.  You might find this part a little gross, but it was awesome.  He growled the whole time until it didn’t respond anymore.  Then, I got to get in the game, kicking and tossing the thing across the room while he refereed.  Everybody else watched every move we made.  It was very exciting.  For Toothless, at least, it was like dinner and a movie.  That fat thing lost most of its weight, like everything from the neck down.  We took what was left when he was done and ALL took turns chasing it across the living room.  Baby stole it more often than I can count, but I got in my share.  We got MILES of fun out of it, even into the next day.  I didn’t see who finally got the honors of disappearing it. 

There’s nothing better than Mouse Soccer except Mouse Tag FOLLOWED by Mouse Soccer, when I get to be in charge of the ball.  I’m good at that.