Where does he get his energy?
Ferret-thin and leggy, my boy Sebastian is forever moving: tearing down the hall after a sponge ball; zigzagging around the living room in pursuit of a little red dot (laser pointer toys are genius!); hugging a catnip cigar in a death-grip; running out from under the bed to attack my toe; fist-fighting with sister-cat Sylvia... Whew, this big silly kitten exhausts me!
Thank goodness for cat naps. Sebastian plays hard—and he crashes hard. Plop on the hearth. Eyes closed. Head down. Yes, Sebastian, sleep! Please! I love our interactive play, and how it has bonded us, but let me read my paper unassaulted. Let me finish that mug of hot chocolate. Let me change the TV channel!
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