Furball adventures

Furball is sleeping. totally zonked, kaput, out of it. His little paws lie limply on his chest and his back legs sprawl as his little head falls back, mouth slightly open in a happy catty grin.

I feel quite guilty that he is confined to just one room all day - I can leave my office and walk around if I want to - so this evening I closed off a couple of rooms and let him have the run of the apartment. And he ran. From one end to the other making halloween cat pounces at the shadows and flinging himself up the screen door in search of kitty heaven or nirvana as he swarmed the heights.

He yelled challenges through the back screen door at pumpkin cat, who stopped by for dinner, and hissed and chattered his way across the room bouncing like an animated cotton puff now left, now right now run at the person's feet, jump up and bite the hand that feeds and smack wildly with both paws on the way down.

If he wasn't a cat I would think he had a strong strain of Jack Russel pumping through his heart!. Straight up into the air, turning coming down to face the other way! Hurray! All the judges turn up nines for the catersault of the year. Race round the edges of the room, under over, weave in and out and pause to tear the pages out of Oprah magazine 'cause maybe you can eat it...bleckk no way.

Run up the strange one's tree again up to the face and yowl your fishy breath right into her nostrils...Yes! Now chew the fingers, run up the arm, butt heads and rush off into space landing feet away on back legs only waving two front paws, all claws extended, windmills by the laughing pixie face as he falls over backward.

And I, I laughed until my stomach ached, laughed until the tears clogged my throat and turned guffaws to squeaks, laughed until my knees gave way and i subsided to the floor, unmuscled, undone by this impudent scrap that spied me on the floor and rushed right over me with just a pause to squawk into one ear.

When I could stand again, I declared a curfew and with nicely ladened plate enticed our hero back into his bathroom; as he rushed to dine I hop skip jumped myself out of the room and closed the door, residual tremors stirring up the aches my laughter left along my flanks.

I haven't heard a peep since. Not a squeak or squawk or yowl or miaou, and when I looked, I saw him. Fast asleep.