Don't you hate it when you do something, innocently, and your kitty ends up getting the raw end of the stick?
I have a little hand exercise ball - about tennis ball size. It bounces great, very spongy, and Larry loves to chase it. He runs after it, slides on the tile floor, plays soccer with it. He loves when I throw it.
I just threw it and it didn't exactly go where I wanted. It went right for my bike, which is leaning up against a bookcase. I was aiming for the bare wall. Larry, of course, went chasing after it and slid right into the bottom part of the bike, near the petals and the gears. He immediately backed up, and walked away, blinking, like, "What the heck?!?!?"
I felt so guilty!!!! I went and picked him up, checked his face, everything's fine, I'm sure he thought, "I'm fine! I'm fine! Let me down to play!"
He is fine, too. I immediately threw the ball (into a safe corner), and he was leaping on it and chasing it and knocking it around - of course.
I have a little hand exercise ball - about tennis ball size. It bounces great, very spongy, and Larry loves to chase it. He runs after it, slides on the tile floor, plays soccer with it. He loves when I throw it.
I just threw it and it didn't exactly go where I wanted. It went right for my bike, which is leaning up against a bookcase. I was aiming for the bare wall. Larry, of course, went chasing after it and slid right into the bottom part of the bike, near the petals and the gears. He immediately backed up, and walked away, blinking, like, "What the heck?!?!?"
I felt so guilty!!!! I went and picked him up, checked his face, everything's fine, I'm sure he thought, "I'm fine! I'm fine! Let me down to play!"
He is fine, too. I immediately threw the ball (into a safe corner), and he was leaping on it and chasing it and knocking it around - of course.