Day 81: Welcome to 2025. The look on Merry's face expresses some of the emotions I'm feeling about the coming year: curiosity, anxiety, puzzlement, the sense that something strange is about to happen, and that despite my best efforts to control an unpredictable situation, what comes next is going to have no bearing on anything I do. I wish it was going to be as entertaining as his Cat Dancer, but I have my doubts about that.
The Cat Dancer was a present from one of his east-coast aunties, and is proving to be even more fun than Stick. Stick requires mama's active participation. The Cat Dancer does not. I simply have to hold one end of the wire (springy piano wire), and Merry does the rest. As he bats the twisted cardboard lure around, it comes back to get him from unanticipated directions and is light enough that it doesn't hurt if it baps him on the nose. He leaps for it when it goes high, grabs it when it goes low, but as soon as it slips out of his hands, it bounces out of reach. He gets a lot more jumping exercise than with Stick, a good thing because he's getting a bit portly. At nine months old today, he weighs over 12 pounds...quite a contrast to the little "teacup cat" I brought home in June.
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