I have a new game I like to play.
I call it "Catch the Kittens That are Outside your Window and/or Patio"
But really, it should be called "Let's see how many times you can really freak those poor kittens out."
Sometimes those kittens will be on my windowsill.
My windowsill where the window is open!
And I'll ever so slowly lift up one blind, and slip my hand through only to make some unhearable noise that sends them scampering off.
Those wiley minxes.
Luring them in with all sorts of kitchen ingredients.
Canned chicken? Milk? YES!
Special K cereal bar or curry chicken? Not so much.
And apparently, in all of this kitten chasing, I've lost my inhibitions.
For example, it doesn't bother me to be suspended from our apartment window, half in, half out, as I try to reach those kittens under the bush.
It also doesn't bother me that it's rush hour, and we live at an intersection, with a line of 20 cars waiting to go, which means they just stare and stare at the crazy American hanging out of her window.
Or the part of me that hates hearing baby voices, and is now oh-so-cleaverly calling out "Here Kitty Kitty Kitty," in an impossibly high pitched tone.
I like my new game.
If only I could win at it.....
One day, one day!