MK was a beautiful black semi long haired cat I got as a kitten when Mr. K and I were first married.

MK was VERY sweet but not very bright. Not very bright at all. In fact we swore she only had 3 brain cells (nick named Huey, Dewy and Louie) and every once in a while the 3 would align perfectly, MK would raise her head with a look like she'd just discovered the cure for cancer or some other weighty wisdom, the moment would pass and the blank stare would return.

All this sets the stage for the kitty trick that used to make me laugh so long and hard, I'd be gasping for breath, literally on the floor from sliding off the chair laughing.

MK LOVED the sound of the cellophane on Mr. K's Doral cigarettes. No other cellophane had just the right crinkle EXCEPT Dorals.

So empty Doral packs was a favorite toy. One day, I was working on some crochet and got the brilliant idea to tie a piece of yarn around the pack to improve the "Fuck with the Kitty" factor.

the wise and wonderful (and slightly wicked I might add) Mr. K decided the ticket was to tie said yarn with Doral pack attached around MK's tail. At just the exact correct length.

MK would twitch the tail. Pack would crinkle so invitingly. MK would attempt pounce on pack. Pack was just 'this far' out of reach.

Kitty would chase. Fast.

Pack would be airborne at the end of the string, just out of reach.

Kitty would go faster, Pack would stay airborne.

Faster and Faster around. Faster yet.

Pack would be (literally) a blur.

MK would collapse from exertion and dizziness and pant.

Tail would twitch. Pack would crinkle so invitingly.

MK would attempt pounce on pack. Pack was just 'this far' out of reach.

Kitty would chase.

Rinse Repeat

for as long as I could stand watching the torture, or until Mr. K would be in fear of my life as I couldn't draw breath from laughing any more.


Just thought I'd share.