Mag the Nag…

Please? Just one more time?...

There’s our adorable 9 month old cat, Maggie, with mouse in tow.

She is the only cat that I have ever known that loves to play fetch. I’m not kidding.

In the morning, in the afternoon, or at night, she cannot get enough of us tossing a mouse across the room. She will then sprint to it, carry it back to us, and dutifully drop it at our feet. Over and over again. Hence the title of this blog.

If she is not constantly being attended to, she will let out this tiny plaintiff cry, wanting us to throw the mouse once more. It is rather amazing to see this, and the other two felines merely peer at this youngster, wondering what all the commotion is about.

Miles gets jealous at times, especially in the morning. BM (Before Maggie) he was the king, and every morning he would perform his usual ritual; hop from stool, to chair, to sofa, where I’d then proceed to sweep him into my lap.

But ever since Maggie’s arrival, she has taken center stage. You can just tell that Miles is quite perturbed by this interloper. Maggie has no qualms of coming right up to me, dropping the mouse at my feet, and sprawling before me, waiting for a scritch. Miles watches from afar, with a jealous twitch to his tail.

Our other cat, Boo, he of the gargantuan black presence, just looks on in a bewildered fashion, unable to comprehend just what this calico with the ‘tortitude’ is doing here as she prances about, getting all the attention. But they all seem to have settled into a mutual understanding, and presently there are no hisses or paws raised for attack. Except on the hapless toy mouse.

Yes, Maggie is indeed a love, and we thoroughly enjoy her never-ending antics. (I just got back from the store, after buying yet another three-pack of mice. I have no idea where the other six are. She must have one helluva hiding place.)

Och, there she goes again, waiting for me to throw the rodent one more time. Sigh!

Somehow, I don’t believe it will be the last, and my arm has steadily been going numb from tossing it countless times.

‘Now where did I put that tube of muscle rub?…’

Copyright, Paul Grignon, 2012, All Rights Reserved.

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