When The Cat Won’t Play: on the Farmy

The whole farmy has turned camera shy all of a sudden.  Yesterday afternoon TonTon and I took the camera on our rounds,  but the sun fell in behind massive clouds, the light dropped and no-one would co-operate.    TonTon hoped to see a decent Play Cat-Fight , but even Thing Two was totally lacking in interest. 

“Hey Thing!. C’mon. Play with me.  play with me. Hey. Hey. Thing! Don’t be boring! 

Ha ha ha, that tickles.. Play some more. Come on!! 

Come on Thing Two, Play with me!  Do it again. Tickle my Tummy! Do it again!  Do it again. 

Oh no. I touched Thing Two’s face. I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it !  I forgot  The Rule! I’m just a little kitty. How am I supposed to –  NO! Not the bottom!    Don’t sit on me.  Sitting on top of Kitty’s is mean…. aahh, I can’t breathe.

can’t… breathe..

Help Me. Miss C. Help me. (gasp) He says he is going to sit on me until I learn to behave myself. What does that mean? Miss C. How do I do the behave thing!? Help me! I can’t breathe. Help! Ok I’ll be good. Get off.  I’ll be good.  I promise!” 

Mary’s cat has promised to be good. From now on, when the Farmy is having a quiet day, he is going to be gentle and sweet. We’ll see. 

Then this morning at dawn, as the cats, dogs and I went out to feed the cows, chooks  and sheep we saw this:  Through the window of the truck.

Good morning!

c

76 responses to “When The Cat Won’t Play: on the Farmy”

  1. We love cats and miss ours terribly … yet can’t replace them due to my wife’s allergies. Nonetheless, thanks for their joy … and I love the last pic.

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