I'm at his feet begging for it, and he knows exactly what I want. I gaze up at him as he looks around, and seemingly, out of nowhere pulls out one of my toys. Instantly, it's all I can look at. I get a rush of adrenaline, desire, shame, and pride all at once. He knows it, and with a smirk he waves my poofball around in the air giggling as my eye follows it and I meow in desperation. "Is this what you want, pretty?"
Yes, it is what I want, but it's not just the poofball, infact, once I get it the fun is all gone. Instead, I want to earn the poofball.
He gestures and I know it's time "One...two....THREE!" The poofball goes flying through the air and I after it. I sprint so quickly my little paws loose traction on our cement floor and I slide for a second. I see it land. I want it. I want to have it. I NEED it. I run, my anticipation building as I get closer and closer, and then--it's over. I have the poofball.
I put it in my mouth and begin my slow- yet triumphant- return back to the throwing spot. As I walk over I wonder, "Why do I love this game so much? Is it a desire to please them? No, I know they love me and are proud of me. They give me face scrachies all the time. Is it the thrill of the chase? Am I some kind of junkie who constantly searches for her next jolt? If so, then why poofballs? Why not something else--perhaps mice or lasers? What is it about them that I love so much? Perhaps it's not the poofballs at all. Perhaps it's just my internal desire to beg for them, the pride I get when I return, and the desire I have to serve again."
I get back to the sofa and drop the ball at his feet. He picks it up and pats me on the head "Good girl! Again?" I gaze up at him and the poofball and meow desperately. Again.
Damn cats be taking the internet!
Quick, build an electrified fence (sprinkled with catnip) to keep them out!
nice story +5%
Nice action shot in photo #3. littlekitty needs more grip!
Hi! Beautiful cat! Excellent story