Cat Nap

Day 77: He wiggles. He bounces. He runs full tilt, knocking over furniture in his wake. He hides in his tunnel, waiting for someone to tickle his tummy, whereupon he goes all silly and squirms like a gallon of angleworms which know they're about to be fishbait, and then he takes off at a lope to smack the ball in its plastic racetrack or to leap into a window, wide-eyed and ready to spring. He'll grab an ankle to get your attention and be out of sight before you can turn, or hit the kitchen linoleum as if he was coming in for a home run, sliding across the plate on a hip and an elbow. He's my Boy, my Tip, and he has more energy than a nuclear plant until he's ready for love and a nap. Then he's all purrs and weight...heavy!...an electric cat-blanket recharging his batteries at full stop, plugged into the comfort of a lap.