Playtime

OK so we’ve just been given the shocking news that apparently we’re not allowed outside the house for at least half a year. HALF A YEAR! This is being sold to us as “for our own safety” but I think it’s just a human ruse to get maximum cuddle time in before we become teenagers in cat years and thus far too cool to like our parents.

Either way, there’s an old union saying – don’t mourn, organise! That’s why we have to chase this ridiculous ball on a string as hard as we can, sharpening our reflexes to ensure we’re ready for maximum mischief when our moment arrives and the door to the world finally opens…