Today, the Cat Found a Purple Ribbon...
Exhibit A: The cat stalks his damp prey Honestly, who knows where he found it, and who knows what package it originated from: a purple ribbon still tied in a bow, the kind that you might wrap around a candy box or a very fancy wedding invitation (the likes of which we have seen before). H emerged from beneath the dining room table with this purple ribbon and promptly began tossing it around quite pointedly: I really am NOT playing with him enough. You know how it is--when the cat wants to play, it's on us to set down our travails and pick up the proverbial ribbon. I had just started to clean the living room when he ran in, and jumped up on his comfy perch and began juggling the ribbon between his paws. This was in the early morning, before he was totally awake, yet not tired enough yet to settle into his five-hour afternoon nap. He sort of wanted to play, so I engaged a bit, and he soon sotted off, the way cats do when they find a thing, kill it, and then get bored. He just to
