A fantasy life

Our little Maddie kittie is making 'howling' noises and dashing around from room to room. She's running up and down furniture, leaping on and off the bed, rushing behind the door and then back out again. Every so often she stops abruptly, back arched and eyes wide alert. She is imagining she is...

What?

No idea. She has a brain the size of a walnut. What could she possibly be imagining?

Being chased by boogies? Catching birdies? Playing 'string?'

Frik got easily caught up in her enthusiasm and now he is running around too - not really after her, but sort of in a 'parallel play' thing. Actually, I think he may have started it, by getting into a pillow case and batting at the sides in play.

Cats have a great fantasy life. I think it must be good to let go when a hint of energy strikes, and just let it take you where it can. Just to run for the pure joy of it, simply because you can.