I’m not sure I would have CHOSEN to invite a kitten into the house, but now that Nutmeg is getting a little older, I am having a lot of fun playing with her.
We play a lot, actually. Sometimes, I trick her a little while we are playing. I hide, meow to call her into the room and then pounce on her. Other times, we work together to beautify Upstairs Human’s sweatshirt shelf.
She’s pretty fast, so she’ll be here in no time. I’ll run over to the shelf and wait for her. She’s energetic. I like to get situated in a place where I’ll have an advantage.
I do a pretty good job of holding my ground, but Nutmeg gives me a good workout. It’s been a bit more than a year since I played with anyone this energetically. I think it’s helping me get back in shape.
Robin says that Nutmeggy takes it easy on me, but I don’t agree. Nutmeg is always telling people she wins all the games, too. They don’t give me enough credit.
Pals, I’ve got to come up with strategies to convince them that I’m a rough, tough mancat. What shall I do?
3 thoughts on “Nutmeggy Loves to Play”
Katie is right – you can be a quiet, gentle mancat. We love you just as you are.
You don’t need to be a rough, tough Mancat. There is much to be said for a strong, quiet, gentle Mancat.