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rolanniLast night, Scrabble and I invented a new game. I would take her pog on the back of my thumb and flip it up into the air. She would jump up and smack it between her paws.
We'd been at this for about ten minutes, refining the rules as we went along -- was one slap in the air all she got, or was she allowed to kill it once it hit the rug? How many points for an off-the-ground leap-and-slap? Should she try to hit it back to me so we could get a volley going or was that boring? -- when Mozart mooched out to see what all the ruckus was about. I flipped the pog at him -- it hit him in the nose. I tried again, this time it hit him on the head. He blinked a couple times and settled down in the Full Chicken, to show there weren't any hard feelings. Scrabble and I returned to the game, Mo watching with interest.
I flipped the pog, Scrabble jumped, caught it between her paws, came down and pushed it back toward me. I flipped the pog again, and she swung a paw, sorta knocking it back to me. A third flip went off the side of my thumb and she had to jump for it, executing a showy somersault.
When the pog came back, I flipped it at Mozart -- who jumped up and caught it between his paws (easy for Mo to do; he has the standard Maine Coon dinner-plate-sized paws). I flipped the pog at him again, and he negligently extended a paw and slapped it down out of the air.
So, we played three-sided for another couple minutes until Scrabble decided it was time to see what was good to eat in the kitchen, and Mo followed her, Just In Case.
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Project: Crystal Dragon, Second Draft
New Words Written: 4,034
Total Words: 59,328
Goal: 120,000+/-
We'd been at this for about ten minutes, refining the rules as we went along -- was one slap in the air all she got, or was she allowed to kill it once it hit the rug? How many points for an off-the-ground leap-and-slap? Should she try to hit it back to me so we could get a volley going or was that boring? -- when Mozart mooched out to see what all the ruckus was about. I flipped the pog at him -- it hit him in the nose. I tried again, this time it hit him on the head. He blinked a couple times and settled down in the Full Chicken, to show there weren't any hard feelings. Scrabble and I returned to the game, Mo watching with interest.
I flipped the pog, Scrabble jumped, caught it between her paws, came down and pushed it back toward me. I flipped the pog again, and she swung a paw, sorta knocking it back to me. A third flip went off the side of my thumb and she had to jump for it, executing a showy somersault.
When the pog came back, I flipped it at Mozart -- who jumped up and caught it between his paws (easy for Mo to do; he has the standard Maine Coon dinner-plate-sized paws). I flipped the pog at him again, and he negligently extended a paw and slapped it down out of the air.
So, we played three-sided for another couple minutes until Scrabble decided it was time to see what was good to eat in the kitchen, and Mo followed her, Just In Case.
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Project: Crystal Dragon, Second Draft
New Words Written: 4,034
Total Words: 59,328
Goal: 120,000+/-
