The family have twigged to my wool obsession. Coming home to find I have entertained my self quite nicely with a ball of wool they are amazed how many times I can wind wool around the coffee table legs, the cat tree, pedestal fan, around the Tv and back around the table legs.
Playing fetch is my favourite pastime. If I can get someone to throw the wool, I bound after it returning it usually just out of hands reach of my human. Then I pat at their legs until they throw it again. I found a few claw pats on the legs gets a swift response. For some reason they tire of the game long before I do.
Monday, August 22, 2011
It has been cold with snow. It hasn't snowed in my city since the 1930's. Although my owner loved the snow I stayed inside by the heater. I even got a new thick sleeping bag to snuggle in. Photos show the snowy front lawn before it got dark and heavier snow. Picture two I am looking out the window (some camera reflection) and in Picture 3 Rocky is curious about the strange snowman.