I shift my position and tuck my ear so it can’t be disturbed.
Not the other ear!
I twitch that ear and try to settle once again to my well-deserved nap.
Still enveloped in the haze of near-sleep I lift my paw and bat against the irritating sensation of the very tip of my ear fur being moved in the wrong direction.
Enough already! I leap up, hiss and use both front paws to swat at the offending nap intruder…whatever it might be.
Giggles erupt all around me.
Oh, this is so funny. The feather trick again. Why do they never seem to tire of teasing me? I lift my nose, turn aside and stroll away with all the dignity I can muster in the face of such senseless ridicule. Really! I’m above all that.
As I make my exit, I hold my tail high and still…but for the very tip which I move in stiff, rapid twitches. --Although, I must say I hold out little hope of my moronic companions accurately interpreting my clear message of irritation.
I move by the glass door, moisten my paw and luxuriate in my cleansing ritual. I pay special attention to my ears after their assault-by-feather.
Once again, the sounds of mirth surround me. Why is everything I do so funny today?
This time I don’t even grace them with a glance in their direction, but move on once again. Why can’t they realize I’m above all that?
I saunter into the living room and leap lightly onto the couch. More twitters of amusement. Maybe if I just ignore them, they’ll tire of this game and go away. I turn aside and pretend they don‘t exist.
My resolve to demonstrate my disdain lasts only seconds. A movement at the other end of the couch draws my attention.
I thought I had defeated him last week!
His red glow mocks me as he dances at the far end of the couch.
I propel myself toward him in a single, graceful arc. Perfect timing! My paws close around my enemy. Dot is mine!
No, no, no! How can this be? In an instant he is at the other end of the couch tracing small circles along the arm. I leap again, and once more Dot moves. All thought of dignity or reserve vanishes as I seek my prey. I must defeat him this time! From one end of the couch to the other, from back, to seat, to floor, Dot and I engage in a frenzied duel. Time after time, I just miss him. How can he continue to escape? He seems almost other-worldly, this Dot.
He teases me from the front edge of the cushion...daring me to leap. I do. Immediately he drops to the floor. I twist my body in a mid-flight, land on the edge of the cushion and tumble to the tile below. Dot has disappeared. With a growl of frustration I search for him. Guffaws bounce about the room as Dot winks at me from the top of the couch’s back cushion. I demonstrate my athleticism as in a single leap I land on top of him. Hah! That should silence the laughter! I pierce my enemy with my ice-pick sharp claws, only to have him make an all but impossible escape once more. He grins up at me from the floor, next to the wall. With a roar worthy of my golden-maned cousin, I leap again. Too late, I see the mousetrap just below me...tucked along the wall behind the couch.
I blink repeatedly in the bright light. Laughter reverberates like a living being; it fills the room with a palpable energy. Disoriented, I try to make sense of the setting. Finally, I spy my wife sitting in the front row, holding her sides--mirth-born tears tracing down her cheeks.
Oh, no. It can’t be.
Lord, how long have you tried to change my attitude? So many times...so many situations designed to transform my haughty spirit. …This time, I think I may finally have learned.
I stand among the roar in disbelief. I had stood here before, only moments ago. --Or was it hours? Boastful. So very sure of myself. “No,” I had assured the entertainer. “I’m certain. You won’t get me to run around and cluck like a chicken or whatever it is you do. I cannot be hypnotized. --I’m above all that.”
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