Cabin Fever Already?

                This is going to be a long winter.  It’s early morning and the natives are restless.  This week we got our first dusting of snow and the temperatures plummeted below the cats’ “let’s play outside” comfort zone.  Toby and Finn tried going out but gratefully ran in the door when I checked on them two minutes later. 

                Frank never made it that far.  I tried tossing him out the door so he could burn off some orneriness, but in a move that defied gravity, inertia, and several other physical laws, he turned mid-air and managed to land behind me in the house.  I guess he’s not a cold weather fan.

Biff tracking the laser light

                The cats will adjust to winter eventually but until then, Look Out!  As I sit on the couch writing, Frank is completing his 6^th lap around the house.  He’s acting as if some imaginary monster is chasing him.  First he arched his back (classic black cat pose), then burst around the house in a weird gait with his back still arched.  Then he came to a screeching halt, jumped and turned 180 degrees and took off again.  Like I said, he’s on his 6^th lap now.

Toby and the ball ring toy

                Meanwhile, Toby is trying to stay entertained by batting a ball around a circular track.  It’s one of his favorite toys, but today he is playing mindlessly as he watches Frank’s psychotic sprints.

                Earlier they all took turns trying to catch the laser light. That left most of the clowder exhausted.

                I’d better go finish the housework so I’m ready for what I know will follow the boredom phase--the destruction phase.