A Wild Beast

MasterB had become a cat transformed. His inner sabre toothed tiger had emerged. He glared at me with pupil large round eyes and made threatening guttural sounds. I had a feeling that he might take matters further, so I spoke to him sternly, and took the toy away.

Honestly, it’s only a few feathers on the end of a fishing pole, but it sends him wild. This is a new one. The old one, much mended, is on das Boot, where it doesn’t generate anything like this level of excitement and aggression.

Big Eyes

Big Eyes

Why should it be that this gets him going so? When I take it away I have to hide it, or he finds it and hunts it again. Then I have to change the hiding place or he starts obsessing about a particular cupboard. Continue reading