New Game

George and I are playing fetch.

Now, my regular readers who know that George is a demon may think that I'm the one who's fetching. Not true.

I found one of her crackle balls under the chair (along with a mouse and three water bottle caps) and tossed it for her. She's been continuously running after it then bringing it back to me. She's either dropping it at my feet or next to me on the couch and looking at me with a "toss it again" demand.

I think my cat is turning into a dog.

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