So, I'm sitting here in my office "composing" while our three cats babysit the sofa nearby. Unless I look closely, these three felines could be mistaken for tired pillows, except for a random twitch, yawn or scratch.
A few years ago, all of these critters were so nimble and active. They wanted to play. They brought toys to my feet for fetching. Birds were of interest to them. But now? Maybe they're slowly entering retirement. After all, they're 14, 10 and 8. Maybe that's just what happens.
I've thought of introducing another kitty to the flock, but we're already over our quota so that's out of the question. Maybe there are some mechanical butterflies I can purchase to ignite their curiosity? Then, there's the neighborhood cat that comes to visit me when his owner isn't around. Buster always gets their attention.
Buster is the new guy on the block, and he delights in roaming. Every cat in the complex finds Buster of interest, whether they find him to be a threat, or just a neighborhood guy who wants them to come out and play.
Our youngest cat, Holly, who is eight, looks at him with her dreamy eyes and hopes he'll pick her up in a convertible and take her for a night on the town. Our eldest, Sparky, who is fourteen, gets a whiff of him and begins yowling. "I'm the man of the house," is his usual cry.
Our middle child, Milly, who is ten, could care less. As long as there's enough kibble in the bowl, her day is complete.
If I could invite Buster in for a play date without any repercussions, I'd love to do that. Imagine all four cats playing "Angry Birds" on our Kindle Fire? That would be fun to watch.
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