Retrieving cats

This morning, the cat is a clown.

Did anybody say that a cat won’t retrieve things? They will. My cats did so quite eagerly, at least as long as they hadn’t reached an age, when they where too distinguished to do such childish sports.
But Sika is only 2 years old, so that’s still okay.

Our house has an open staircase, so she brings soft toy balls for us to throw down the stairs into the basement for her to retrieve. Sometimes, she even brings them back up. ‘Cos, often she waits for us to go down to collect the toys. No, my dear!

She should rather move her body; since the temperatures went down outside, she gorges like there’s no tomorrow and kind of looks like Queen Mary II (the ship!): slender in the front and a little baggy amidships...