StrangeRanger

It's going to be a busy day...

...so you get a simple post today.

Just a Daisy in the window enjoying the outdoor smells before it gets too hot to keep the window open.

We wish you a happy Father's Day!  Have a great week ahead!

The Red Tassel

The Red Tassel has become Daisy's favorite human-powered toy.  She is instant action when we haul it out of the closet.  If she can wriggle into the closet she gets the tassel out for us.  She loves to play with that tassel.  For parts of her training session, she likes to run around the house chasing it.  When she catches it, she carries it in her mouth to one of her favorite spots, like the papasan chair.

I follow her around holding the stick while she's carrying the tassel.  Seems kinda like walking with a leash.  I make no claim as to which of us is in control of the walk, though.  She also likes to take her prey and hop on the kitchen stool.  A safe, elevated spot to survey the surrounding countryside while she consumes her kill.

Ain't no wandering neighborhood hyena gonna snag MY kill....

After she's carried the tassel around a bit, she sometimes likes to work on her ground game.  The tassel is transported to a comfy spot where play continues.

She's usually successful.

Well DUH!!

Oftentimes we head to the bedroom to continue her workout.  Sometimes she seems pretty casual about the whole play session.  Relaxed.  Complacent.  Nonchalant, even.

Heh.  I got this.  Literally.  Got. This. Silly. Tassel.

Sometimes, she's a bit more animated.  Enthused.  Exercised.  Motivated.  Totally (to use the opposite of nonchalant) ....Chalant.

ARRGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!  DIE! DIE!  DIE DIE DIE YOU MISERABLE RAT TASSEL! DIE!!!

She can get kinda worked up about it.

And that's one of the reasons we love her.

I have no idea how......

You know how it goes, right?  

One day you're walking along, wondering where the cat is, you walk into the bedroom and BAM!  You see it.

You just stand there for a second, just looking, while your brain processes what you're seeing.  Are we really seeing this?  How?  I can't even....

Maybe she's reenacting the Wicked Witch of the East's big scene from Wizard of Oz?  Alternate ending to the giant boulder scene in Raiders?  She can't be strong enough to have tipped it up a bit and slid under?  I have a hard time moving that thing....

Then, there's the realization that cats are really a liquid and just flow to where they want to be.

A quick check below reassures us that all is well.

It's really dusty under here.  

Why was she under there?  She'd rolled a toy under the dresser and went a-chasing it.  I still don't know how she got under there.  

She's a marvel.