Its amazing the number of toys and trinkets I have purchased in the hope of an enthusiastic response from Chamako and Squeak. The usual reaction is to watch them sniff the treat and then get a baleful look of impatience from Chamako and a dismissive sniff from Squeak. How was I to know that I had been harboring a rare and exotic treasure the whole time?
As I was cleaning the kitchen, wiping the counters and washing dishes, I had to replace the empty roll on the wall with new paper toweling. Squeak was eagerly laying nearby with a careful eye for anything that might drop. In the middle of a sunny ray, Chamako was dozing. Nice peaceful home, right? Well, the empty roll rolled off the counter and onto the floor and before I could retrieve it to throw away, Squeak darted and snatched it firmly in her tiny jaws.
With the roll being so long, it obviously had one end dragging and bumping along as she dashed past Chamako, giving him a noisy slap as Squeak darted by. I, of course, laughed – boy, was that a mistake! After giving me the equivalent of a feline optic deathray, Chamako went off in hot pursuit of the creature bearing the offending device. The chase was on.
I watched in amusement as first one, then the other, gained possession of that roll. They wrestled, tugged, rolled, darted, chased, scooted under furniture, and caused general mayhem. The tantalizing cardboard roll eventually looked like a bedraggled string of brown paper.
They finally settled down, curling around each other for a well-deserved nap, each bearing a piece of shredded brown roll, and both content over their conquest.
Where is the camera when I need it?