At the head of the breakfast table, he stood on a chair...

[fatrockstar]

...his forepaws planted firmly on the table top. He was warbling the worst English I'd heard out of him yet, but I could make out a little bit. «What is this? Can you get it? I can smell it, but I clarglarghaharrr» He was clearly very excited. In my morning fog it took me a while to realize he was sniffing at a canvas grocery bag I had set on the dining table. Inside it were my purchases from the pet store, and among them was a fresh Pawbreaker ball.

I fumbled my way through the bag to find the Pawbreaker in its packaging and pulled it out. Grady sat back on the chair, licking his lips and purring. «YOU FOUND IT! Can I have it? It's what I want, you knarewwegrrrr I do oh miiiiiyiiiyirraefggggrr..» His English was getting worse the more excited he got.

Remembering how he lost his last one (twice), I walked the package to the blue room and worked on opening it. «Naooooow? Naaao? Orowwww? How about naaaao?» It was taking me too long, and the longer I waited the louder he got. "Hang on, I got it..." I tell him. I try to drop it on the floor where he can chase it, but he has positioned himself directly under the ball, and it is simply not possible to avoid what happens next.

A Pawbreaker is roughly the size of a large gum ball and three times as dense. I might as well have been dropping a marble. As it fell Grady jumped to intercept, and I could hear the *tok* sound clearly as it bounced off his head. For a split second he was stunned, staring goofily into space before he snapped out of it and began his catnip love-fest.

I guess you had to be there. The whole thing was surreal, and I worried until the *nom nom nom* noises started. He's fine. As a matter of fact, he's reciting King Lear in the dining room as I write this. Not bad for a lil' dude strung out on the 'nip.

In other news, I am happy.

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[jbluemoon.livejournal.com]

hahaha- cute!