As I sit here in bed, feeling a bit low, something enters the room...a mad crazy fluffball jumps on my bed. She bombs around the bedroom like a speeding bullet, bouncing and pouncing off every wall and surface she can find. Her name is Genie, and she is my 2 month old British Blue kitten. She has just learned to hunt and pounce and she is fully putting it to the test. Her eyes are wide as dark saucers watching my fingers hit the keys as I type. Mesmerized by everything and anything around her. Her shadow causes her great intrigue, and as she looks at me with those innocent big adorable eyes, she pounces straight on to my laptop and starts chewing the screen. Her tail is flapping from side to side, it maybe human bed time, but for her, she is ready to play. Her bottom wiggling ready to pounce again; this time I keep the laptop away from her pouncing potential. She jumps on to the pillows behind my head, and suddenly like a moth to a flame sees the metal pull chord on my bedside lamp and deicdes that is her prey. She studies it as it glints in the light, and as she slowly lowers her front body, not for a second taking her eyes off her prize, she bats the chord. And it swings so far that it hits the top of the lampshade. Now this was totally unexpected by little Genie, and the crack of the lampshade makes her jump and skid under the covers. Ten seconds later this is forgotten and she comes bounding out ready to hunt another unsuspecting inanimimate object.
Animals are funny ol' things, I think as she pounces once again at the laptop, this time with not so much feline grace as she thuds in to the back of the screen!
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