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…knockabout clowns, quick-change comedians, tight-rope walkers and acrobats.
from Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats

Twenty-seven minutes after I put them down for the night, the children stop bouncing in their beds. This presumably signals that they’ve fallen asleep, so the new kitties deem it safe to make an appearance.

During the day, they enjoy lounging in the basement. They’ve discovered a basket filled with clothes for donation; this they have taken as their own. When they peep out past the basement door, they shake off the accumulated fuzz, dust and other basement-dwelling detritus before wandering over for a cuddle.

One of them is fond of lying lengthwise along my thigh. The other one prefers to drape himself across my chest like a furry living stole. But they are young. Lying about and draping are only fun for very limited periods before other amusements must be explored.

So we play kitty-fishing. Are you familiar with kitty-fishing? Feathers, shiny streamers, and perhaps a bell are all tied together onto a thin elastic rope, which the human staff member dangles in front of enthralled kitty faces by means of a miniature fishing pole. The kitties launch themselves at the pretty bits in a near-inexhaustible manner. They don’t care so much if they catch anything. The fun is in the chase.

Eventually even I tire of the kitty-fishing. I’ve learned that if I leave the rod unattended, my shifty-eyed little boys will drag it back to their lair. I’m too lazy to put it away, so I tuck it into the crook of the elbow resting on the couch, lean my head on my hand and go back to watching teevee.

But the kitties aren’t done playing. One jumps on the couch to snap up a mouthful of feathers and streamers, then retreats. But the second his feet hit the ground, the stretch of the elastic is exhausted and the toy snaps back, hitting the other kitty directly in the face.

Undeterred, he nabs the toy again, and again attempts to make off with it. The elastic just won’t let him though, so once again he’s deprived of his prize and his brother gets bopped in the face. Will two abysmal failures convince these ham-handed kitties that their plan needs revision?

No. Eight more times one makes the attempt, and eight more times the other is hit in the face. I have to shake my head at the ridiculous tomfoolery of these boys.

I am lucky to have round-the-clock amusements in my house. Daytime entertainment is provided by small children, while at night I laugh at my slinky black mummers. And before you ask — yes, I will try to photograph them soon.

As soon as they slow down enough that the resulting images will be more than thin black blurs.

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