Humans are curiosities really. For no apparent reason, they may randomly dangle things in front of you for amusement. All right, so we do like things which move and rustle. A creeping piece of string or rolling ball of paper will keep us entertained for quite some time. Well, it's all good practice for when we're on the hunt, isn't it? But what we like most of all is when the object of play goes under something like a mat or into a tunnel made of newspaper. Coo, how we love the crinkly sounds we can make with newspaper!
In our minds it's a cat thing. You see, with wild imagination, we suddenly become Puss Bond, licenced to kill. 'M'(Mog) has set us the task of catching the dastardly Stringfinger or maybe it's Dr Mouse. Yes, Dr Mouse and it's either him or us. Race about like a DB6. Hide just round the corner, claws loaded. Pounce! Bah! Missed him!
But take care not to scare yourself, Puss Bond. One misjudgement and you could end up with the dreaded fuzzy tail. Every folicle stands on end and your damned tail becomes a feather duster! That's not quite one of Q's gadgets is it? Humiliation! Puss Bond needs to hole up and rethink his strategy.
'Ah, Puss Bond,' says Dr Mouse, ' I see I scare you, eh?' And he disappears under the sofa.
Quick as a flash, Puss Bond makes a swipe for him and, being a bit of a Beckham, chases Dr Mouse, speedily zigzagging round the room. Dr Mouse tumbles out of reach under a chair making Bond super cross! He sprawls there swiping about blindly, hoping to hook him out. 'If'...Eyes, big black disks...'I can'...Whiskers, called to attention....'ju-u-st'...Head, stretched out ready for action...'reach the critter!
But he's gone. Yes, escaped.... Hmmm, well! Yawn!....Bond needs a little snooze just now!'
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We have a wonderful rug in the bathroom which enables much excellent tunnel play. Although in my case, it's Dr Vole vs Pussy Galore. Unfortunately M (Mum) intervenes too often and vanquishes the evil vole before I can fully take charge.
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