We are settling in so well here. Moby is happy. We were having a long spate of rain that was making getting out to get litter a massive, insurmountable chore. We decided to order it delivered. It was cheaper than a cab ride, put it that way. Regardless, the box and long strip of packing paper has been a delight for creative cat play. He got up on the footstool and leapt into it, like a kid on a diving board, several times. Chases the erasermice through the labyrinth of the crinkles, hides under it, surely invisible. Some people would think a few yards of brown paper in the living room is at best questionable decor. I am not one of them.
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I have loved the capacity cats have for play, and have witnessed scenes like the one you describe.
That i am allergic to cats is a sadness. Dogs play, indeed, but not as a cat does...
If Moby Mobius is happy, that is all that matters...
That's not "decor", it's the alt.television. And no commercials either.
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