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I can honestly say that PC has been a success as a personal trainer for Merlin. He has skinied down enough to be able to squeeze under my bed in search of Diana. The bed is less than four inches off the floor. Merlin weighed a lot. He's down to less than 15 lbs now.
This means that Merlin can now move fast enough that PC actually has to run to keep ahead of him now. They were chasing each other around the house yesterday and got up a pretty good head of steam. Merlin had just chased PC into the bedroom and under the bed, startling Diana in the process, when I tossed a paper bag onto the kitchen floor.
Paper bags occupy a special place in our house. They are forts, beds, hideyholes, play areas, caves, and everything else a cat could want. Berfert and Tanada will occasionally play with one, QC likes to sleep on them, but Merlin and PC think of them as kitty gold. They heard that bag hitting the floor from the far end of the house.
I heard the stampede almost before the bag finished hitting the floor. Merlin was in front with PC right behind him. PC started to edge past him and Merlin put his paw out and shoved PC back. PC rolled over and sprang up again, quickly coming back to speed. He stuck out a paw and Merlin tripped and kept running. He wasn't slowed down as much as PC hoped. They skidded into the kitchen and found...THE BAG!!!
Merlin ran into the bag and hid. Just his back haunches and tail hung out. No one could see him now. PC jumped onto the bag and bounced around. Merlin rolled over and tried to grab PC through the wall of the bag. PC was grab proof. He leaped into the air just as Merlin backed out of the bag. PC landed on an empty bag. The look of surprise on his face was priceless. The two of them played for almost a half hour.
When they were done, I picked up the pieces of bag and threw them into the garbage can. Both Merlin and PC watched me intently. As soon as I left the room, one of them pulled the pieces of bag out of the can. I walked back into the kitchen to find them rolling in and tussling with the pieces of bag. Grumbling, I picked the pieces back up and took them outside to the trash can. PC was waiting as I came back into the house. He leaped up and nipped my hand. I got them another bag. I'm a good catslave.
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