I spent some of Sunday watching a video of Mozart’s “Marriage of Figaro”, a favorite.

Andy slept through most of it and woke up a couple times to beg for treats, but not at the entr’actes. Hey! He’s a cat! Give him a break.

Andy is a curious – odd! – little kitty. When he’s on the end table, he doesn’t like to be petted or “scritched”. There are other places  – the cat tree in the dining area – where I can stick my face in his and get a head bump of approval, purrs, and lots of personal quality time with my kitty boy. 

Just not at the end table.

It showed up after I brought in the groceries….

Andy wanted his shot at it, but the fly never landed where he could strike. (Notice Andy’s “horns” are up!! He really, really, really wanted that fly!)

The fly’s last moments before I told myself I wasn’t waiting for kitty power to rid the apartment of this pest: I took out the swatter and kill, kill, killed the nasty little insect! Andy would have done as much.

I need you to do something interesting, Andrew! Do something!

“Yer not the boss of me!”

OK! OK! I’m not the boss of you, Andrew James Thomas!

“Kuriosity Kat” spots it, a mug of coffee Doug recklessly left on the end table.

Andy approaches the mug cautiously….

Andy has to check it out more closely…. Sniff!

“Hey! Kitties don’t like coffee!” Andy gets right in my face to let me know!

Andy always checks out my drinks and food. It might be good for kitty boys!

I set up objects Andy is known to find “pounceable”.

I call his name. If I toss these one by one, he will chase after them! Well, he has in past.

I have his attention!

Looks like progress! Andy is ready to play!

Or not. Rats! Andy just wants to rest on the lapboard.(Andy got into the spirit of “play” later.)

I guess not.

I sense it’s coming on!

Sleepy boy!

Andy snoozes away…

…on the hard lapboard.