The Kitty Dance

Every day, usually multiple times a day, Kira and Kory do a little dance. It typically goes something like this:

The cat, in all his kitty wisdom, lays down in the middle of the living room floor. Kira, in her super baby awareness state, spots him immediately.

She does her super fast crawl action to get to that flipping kitty tail. We have this crawling on video tape... I will put it up here soon, but our computer is getting kind of slow and our video camera situation is a bit difficult, so it might not happen for a little while. Anyway. She scoots over to the irresistible tail.

Here, you can see that the cat is flipping his tail around. She doesn't have it in her grasp yet. He's just wagging it around taunting poor Kira.

Now she has the kitty tail in her grasp. She's looking at the cat hoping that he won't notice.

The kitty does notice, but she's looking away hoping the kitty won't see her.

They look at each other in a little power struggle. Now this is the part where sometimes Kory reaches out and swats her (he's using his claws now... she got her freebies). The past couple of days, I comforted her after being clawed up by the kitty, but today, I left her on her own so that maybe, just maybe, she'd have hope of learning that the kitty will always win. But in any case, whether the kitty scratches her or not, the next part of their dance is always the same and always utterly frustrating to me.

Kory gets up, takes a step, and lays down an entire 4 to 6 inches away from Kira. And thus the dance begins all over again.

Stupid cat.