The Pet Spy Game: Giselle

It's 8:49am and Tipper the Terrier is sitting outside the screen door, on the patio.

Directly behind her, but crouched into a hunting position, lies Giselle ... tail thrashing back and forth, shoulder blades like two power coils ready to spring .... ah, but wait! Tipper decided to lie down. Giselle stomped off into the bedroom ... disgusted with the foiled hunting party.

Her favorite plaything thus far is a giant rubber band ... undoubtedly a very important one. This is not an ordinary rubber band. In Giselle's wonderland this qualifies as the kind of rubber band that once held secret dossiers together, sandwiching Embassy Papers and perhaps vials of poison for triple agents to chomp on when their only out is the final journey to the big spy ring in the sky.

You have to have a great imagination when you're a three-year old cat.

October 9, 2007