by Carolyn Carceo
Blizzy waits, her
tiny soft feet poised to pounce, her golden eyes bright with joy and
laughter, muscles under speckled fur ready for action. I throw her large
yellow cloth rat against the wall, and she leaps, batting it out of the
air. She falls over on the bed, rat in paws; she bats it around, bites
and kicks. She sees me watching, and bats the rat toward me. Those eyes
are laughing at me, as she waits for me to throw it again. I ask, who's the cat toy?
Carolyn Carceo lives on Massachusetts' North Shore and works in Boston.