Squeak was a street-born tabby Maine Coon rescued with at ~3 mos. by 2 teachers, from whom we adopted her. She was hyperdynamic from the first day at home to the point I asked the vet about thyroid trouble, but she was just being her. She loved to play more than any of our cats ever have (and we have a bunch) and we were exhausted trying to keep up with her. Well, one favorite game involved us wiggling and dragging a cord of fat strings through her 'tunnel' - an old fridge box turned into a 3 sided living room piece of furniture (sort of). We'd dangle the thing at one end of the tunnel, she'd race in to get it, then we'd pull it away and go to the other end, back and forth. We'd switch ends randomly, but she decided to make the rules and would only (on this partic. day) chase it if we pulled it e.g. 3 times at one end, 2 at the other, then 3-4 at the first, etc. to a regular pattern (honestly... she was a genius). So we played by her rules for 10 mins., then all of a sudden she cheated, faked us out, and ran around the room laughing at us - believe me, it's the only way to describe it! She just kept us in stitches all the time and only last Nov. at age 16, having had a long trial with metabolic problems, did she go to teach the angels to play (and probably cheat on them too! ). What a doll!
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7/22/05 at 5:13pm