It started off great! I was on the couch and one of the Guardians came up and started dangling a simulated mouse over My head. It immediately got My attention. I wanted that mouse! I would have that mouse!
As the mouse bobbed and danced over My head, I started really getting into it. I was moving in a way that I hadn’t been able to in a while. My surgerized leg is still far from back to 100%, but it didn’t hurt Me so much as I went after that mouse. It was exciting!
I chased the mouse down to the edge of the couch. It was still bobbing and weaving over My head, and I tried to track it with My paw.
The mouse swung down in a low arc, it passed out into the living room and then started to swing back in My direction. This was it! This was My chance! Just another second or two and that mouse was going to be Mine! That’s when the unexpected happened. Brother Oliver exploded from out of nowhere and started batting the mouse all around in the air. I was devastated as I saw My chance for mouse mauling slip away right in front of My eyes!
After that, I lost all interest in the mouse. Brother Oliver, however, did not. He stayed right where he was waiting to give the mouse another thrashing.
Even though there are no official rules for artificial mouse play, I call interference on Brother Oliver. Had he not suddenly appeared, I am certain I would have given that mouse the mauling of a lifetime! As a penalty, I demand that for the next two weeks I get all of Brother Oliver’s share of the freeze-dried chicken treats! Yes. That seems only fair. Now, if I can just convince the Guardians to agree with Me. If I can’t… well… then I shall have to call interference on them as well!
So Sayeth Otis