This is turning into a fun Sunday.

First, I get the sheets out of the dryer. Mmmm, nothing like fresh,
warm bed sheets. Little Feet agrees, and places his front feet on the
laundry basket, as he gazes longingly at the warm sheets.

I pull the sheets out, and Little Feet helps me put the fitted sheet
on the bed. Then there is an extended battle with the monsters under
the sheet, as I put the flat sheet on. Every now and then I pull the
sheet back to make sure the monsters haven't gotten Little Feet, and
he purrs as I tell him what a heroic kitty he is.

Finally, Little Feet takes a well deserved rest, still under the
sheet, just in case.

Buster comes into the bedroom, and leaps over the lump in the sheets,
barely clearing the one remaining monster, who claws at shadow over
its head. Little Feet valiantly dispatches that last monster, and
takes a short nap.

Meanwhile, worried about sheet monsters, Buster slinks to my end of
the bed, where I rub his tummy and kiss his head. I find a long strip
of bathroom tissue (which I use to clean my glasses), and tease Buster
with it. He bats and grabs at it, and I thin to myself, "This might be
a bad precedent, with a whole roll in the nearby bathroom...". So I
cut a longish piece of yarn off one of Senyah's crocheting supply, and
tie a knot in each end.

Well Buster loves this. He bats and grabs and chews on his string,
having a kittenish good time of it.

Little Feet, seeing that there are no more sheet monsters, and hearing
the commotion that Buster and I are making, comes out from the sheet
to investigate. He wants to play, too. No problem - two cats, two ends
on the string. So I tease both cats with different ends of the string.

Little Feet gets a little too agressive, and reaches out for more
string. Which just happens to be laying across Busters butt. Buster
jumps and spins around, to see what is attacking him from behind.

I pet Buster, and soothe him, but make sure the two ends are farther
apart this time.

Finally, Dulce Mae comes into the bedroom, and occasionally stands on
her hind legs to see what is going on. It is obvious that she is
interested in playing too. No problem, the string has two ends and a
middle - I can work with this.

So I am, to work over an old cliche, playing both ends against the
middle, and all three cats are having a great time. Every so often,
one or the other of the cats manages to snag the entire string, and I
have to retreive it and redistribute it, while all three wait with
eager anticipation.

Then Senyah gets back from church. Little Feet runs to the door, Dulce
Mae goes into the kitchen to grab a bite, and Buster lays on the bed,
playing with the string.

After fixing Senyah some lunch, I lay back down on the bed with
Buster, and we play with the string. One end of the string falls
across my stomach, and Buster grabs for the string.

Have I mentioned that Buster is a sharp and pointy cat? I have several
new claw holes just under my chest now...

Now all three cats are taking naps. I'm considering a nap myself. It
has, after all, been a successful morning of cat fishing - I've
certainly caught my limit for the day (big grin).

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark