Sometimes my female human servant plays a wonderful game. I don't think she wants us to join in, but we're trying to show her how much more fun it is when we play too.
First she takes a bit bird on the end of a stick and pushes it around in the bookcases. She calls it 'dusting', but if she wants dust, she should get some from outside on the balcony. It's very dusty there. So Joan and I see who can jump the highest and attack the stick.
The human pulls it away before we can get it, so we try harder. And sometimes we succeed:
She sighs, and sometimes she shouts. Sometimes she carries us upstairs to the room with the big bed and shuts us in. I like that room, but not when someone is playing a good game downstairs.
When she's finished the 'dusting' game, she gets an even bigger stick with a fluffy thing on the bottom. That's so much fun to chase and attack:
I don't know why the human sighs and shouts. What fun is it just to push the thing around the floor if nobody's chasing it?
First she takes a bit bird on the end of a stick and pushes it around in the bookcases. She calls it 'dusting', but if she wants dust, she should get some from outside on the balcony. It's very dusty there. So Joan and I see who can jump the highest and attack the stick.
The human pulls it away before we can get it, so we try harder. And sometimes we succeed:
She sighs, and sometimes she shouts. Sometimes she carries us upstairs to the room with the big bed and shuts us in. I like that room, but not when someone is playing a good game downstairs.
When she's finished the 'dusting' game, she gets an even bigger stick with a fluffy thing on the bottom. That's so much fun to chase and attack:
I don't know why the human sighs and shouts. What fun is it just to push the thing around the floor if nobody's chasing it?
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