We played! I did my best to run out all the kitty energy. I thought he was sufficiently exhausted. I sat down to knit. I was trying to act “normal”. No sudden moves. Nothing too wiggly to catch his attention. I was hoping he would fall asleep.
He was washing his hands . . a sure sign he was about to fall asleep, right? No! Next thing I knew, he had my arm in his mouth!
Before he was tired enough to take a nap, I was bleeding enough that I didn’t want to try knitting, and he was dripping wet from the spray bottle so I gave up knitting, played with the critter on the stick and the laser light and never did wear him out.
Yes, you’ll see the mess in my sewing room but here he is going up a roll of batting. This is not working out so well for my sewing future.
And, what goes up must come down!
All I can do is shake my head in disbelief . . first, that I have a cat and second, that he’s tearing up everything!