Flip Book

Day 320: Remember those little flip books you had when you were in elementary school? This sequence reminds me of them. The sad, sad sack started yesterday afternoon in the middle of the living room floor. A streak of silver-grey lightning bolted out of the kitchen, into the fold, and kept right on going until the combination came up against the Turbo Scratcher. And the ball made the mistake of moving, whereupon it was attacked while still within the dark confines of the sack. A head appeared through a gap in the paper, eyes searching for the missing ball. As the poor ball passed under a hole in the sack, the sack's impeller spun free and landed on top of it, stopping any further motion. Then a real search began, hands groping, patting, burrowing, and the ball, now freed from the restricting weight, broke free again and shot into the open in a desperate attempt at escape. It was not to be. Half an hour later, ball, sack and cat were all pretty well worn out and silence once more ruled the living room, but the game was not forgotten. Before breakfast, it started up again, leaving the sack in much worse condition than it began. Never underestimate the amount of energy contained in a kitten.