Well, one moon anyway. Hard to believe it's been thirty days plus three with nothing to say here. Well, okay, it's not that I couldn't ramble at length about something- or nothing -but the time just got away from me.
It's no small task and requires a good deal of time and energy, after all, teaching a cat to fetch. Not really. The time and energy, I mean. The cat really does fetch! I don't know about anybody else and, granted, I haven't seen it all by a far piece but, 'cmon, who's ever heard of a cat that'll fetch?!?
Coco, short for Coconut- though she's more often referred to now by one of a number of pet names: Miss Puss, Pussis, Wacko or my favorite given my recent penchant for the old-timey kiddie western The Cisco Kid, Loco. Cisco's sidekick, Pancho, had a horse named Loco, y'see? -has an orange feathered vaguely mouse-shaped thing that she just loves clawing and treating like prey. It's comical enough watching her toy with it, arching up and down, round the legs of chairs and up and over the sofa cushions, tearing it to pieces in her little cat mind, like a miniature lion who's just grabbed the juiciest young gazelle by the throat...
But one day early in her tenure here I tossed the orange mouse across the kitchen floor and commanded, 'Fetch!', expecting an insouciant response which one might interpret as A) boredom B) aloof disregard or C) the all too familiar look in a cat's eye that says, 'What? You think I'm a dog?!?'
To my surprise, she scrambled and skittered across the bare floor and screeched to a clawing stop, snatched it up and did indeed fetch it back to be thrown again. And again. And again! Stupefied and nonplussed by this quite unexpected turn of events, I played the game until she finally grew bored or tired and ambled off to the next room for a cat nap or some other less canine-like distraction.
I wonder if this sort of thing has ever shown up on America's Funniest Home Videos...?
