Kayla learned how to play Frisbee today!

We have tried to interest her for the last eight months to no avail.  She
wouldn't even look at one of the discs.

But love will do things to a girl.  We have a nice guy who comes around once
in a while to do miscellaneous yard work.  He rides a bike and doesn't have
a fixed schedule, but will drop by every three weeks or so to see if
anything needs done.

Kayla is simply mad about him.  She firmly believes we only hire him to
entertain her and to throw her toys.  (Usually off the lawn so he can rake
or mow.)  And he is crazy about her too.  We were standing around outside a
bit ago looking around to see what might need done, and he picked up a
Frisbee and started just messing around with it.  Because Joe was the one
that had it, she finally paid attention.  Within five minutes she was
catching it mid air, returning it, flipping it so she could pick it up, and
waiting eagerly for more throws.

Charlie kept saying he wanted a Frisbee dog when we got her, and he was
about convinced it wasn't going to happen.  Fly ball and tennis balls and
basketball soccer, yes.  But no Frisbees.

What I love is looking at how proud she is of herself with her new skill.

Jo

To relate this to the feline masters, anything that keeps Kayla tired and
out of their fur is a good thing.  Molly tries to play with her, but flees
when Kay gets excited and starts swatting with her oversized paws.