On afternoons when I arrive home from school and relax in my favorite sun-drenched chair for a cup of freshly brewed coffee, two alert adolescent cats sit expectantly on the sofa arm nearby, or on the floor near my sock feet. They are waiting for their new favorite game.
When I pick up my phone, the sunlight reflects off of the glass and onto the wall behind me or the ceiling above my right shoulder. To them it’s Laser Tag, but instead of dodging the light, they attempt to catch it! Repeatedly. Forever amazed that it cannot be contained in their marshmallow paws.
Sometimes I angle my phone and create figure eight patterns on the floor that they pursue relentlessly. Or maybe I’ll hide the light inside one of the Swiss cheese holes of their carpet tower. I tire of these shenanigans long before they do.
Their little brains desperately need the hunt, but this particular hunt does not bring them much success. So we end up playing some Stick Feather until all the jumping wears them out, at which point they flop into a sun spot on the carpet to snooze, with their conquered prey nearby.
I love how, as a person, you carve out time in a busy schedule for these peaceful moments and, as a writer you bring them to life with your keen eye for detail and empathy for these domestic, adolescent cats. Thank you for writing and sharing!
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