F.I.T. -- Feline in Training

I have decided to share some pictures of me working out and building my strong muscles.

Here I am attacking the mouse-string with my mancatly paws:


Here I am putting the bitey on the mouse-string. Notice that I very cleverly manage to do all of this training while lying on my side. In a comfy chair.


In this picture below I am burning HUGE amounts of treat-calories while swatting at the end of the string. I am giving the string a stare that says "I mean Business, String!"


Here I am looking Up because. . . well. . . that's where the string went. And since it's Up and I'm Down, we're at a bit of a standstill in my Training Activities.


Now, in this picture I am Very Disturbed because the intruder dot is ON MY ARM and that is really weird. How am I supposed to attack the dot when it is ON me? I can't bite at it because then I would bite my arm! That could hurt really badly seeing as how I have these super-strong and mancatly jaws.


Luckily I just had to glare at the dot for a while and it eventually got bored and went away.

One F.I.T. Feline,

Tober

Intruder alert!

A strange red dot has sneaked into my room. I can't kill it. I've stalked it stealthily, and pounced on it, but when I open my paws, nothing is there.

My coworkers keep saying "Good job, Tober, you got it!" Are they nuts? It keeps coming back! It's the same dot; it smells the same, it looks the same, and it's just as quiet and sneaky every time. I'm a little creeped out, and yet utterly fascinated, with this strange red dot.

See? In the picture at the right, here, I HAD the dot. There is NO WAY I could have lost the dot by clumsiness. I don't have toenails, but I have very strong and muscular paws, and I had that dot firmly in my grip.

I will catch that dot one of these days. I will corner it, and pick it up in my teeth, and carry it proudly to one of my nice officemates to present as a gift. Maybe I can get it before Christmas!

There is dot-hunting to be done.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Tober