Thursday, June 20, 2013
Well, Bouncing Boy has really slipped up this time. He accidentally let Grandma see how he is going about 'making friends' with the kitty, Isabel Fuzzykins. Let me assure you, if he tried to make friends with me that way, I would do what she is doing - run and hide.
Evidently, to a 3 year old boy's mind, the way to befriend a kitty is to do the following: chase her into a bedroom; catch her lying on the bed and throw the bedcovers over her head; chase her under the bed and throw little-boy-toys like rubber ducky and hot wheels under the bed with her; then come complain to Grandma that 'kitty won't play with me'!
What we have here is a failure to think like a cat. Three year old boys like to be noisy. Kitty cats prefer quiet, except for the occasional bout of chase-that-string-or-ball. Boys like to talk constantly, or maybe even make up songs about what they are doing and perform them at full volume. On the cat's part, what we have here is a failure to correctly evaluate the tenacity and persistence of a small human in search of entertainment.
There is only one thing to be done in such a case. It falls to Grandma to put on her walking shoes and head out for the park. It is obvious that he is suffering from an excess of energy that can only be dealt with by physical activity. This is also good for Grandma, and can only result in good things for both participants. Now where is my cane? Maybe I can get Bicycle Boy and Walking Girl to go with us. Watch out world, here we come!