Cat owners know what the bed game is. It's the mad scramble across the bed with claws drawn and teeth bared that happens whenever the sheets are changed on beds.
When Winter was young, I pretty much had to lock him out of the room when I changed sheets, because he destroyed too many sheets playing the bed game. He hasn't played nearly as much as he has aged, though. He's got arthritis, he moves slower, and he isn't quite as playful as he used to be.
He's on a renewed regiment of glucosamine lately, and I think it's working. He just ripped another set of sheets playing the bed game. And, irresponsible me, I'm not mad. I may have even encouraged him a little bit.
Backing the Booker
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