Andy makes a grand entrance. I think he is going to stop.
A little stare-down….
Decision time: Greenies or…
…fake-out! He gives me a lookover…
…then he exits the room.
Silly me! He slips back and stretches out on the lapboard. He ignores the Greenies. And me!
My turn! I bring out the ribbon. When he tries to snare it, I pull it out of his reach and swing it in front of his face.
Oops! Fake-out!
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Andy’s coat’s at the stage where he’ll mat up without intervention. I snatched Andy off the end table and gave him a top-to-bottom quick brushing. He hated the whole process, of course, but any mat avoided is every mat that impedes movement and comfort that doesn’t form. Tough, my kitty!