No, not the British kind of cricket – the ‘hunting in the garage for those bouncy six-legged challenges’ kind of game. Abishag walks into the garage, very dignified, and calmly works her way around the outside perimeter. Ira, not surprisingly, dashes through the connecting door and starts a series of darting sorties to find his prey.
Yes, I feel sorry for the crickets – but the mental and physical stimulation two elderly black cats get from the pursuit is obvious. (So are the cobwebs on their whiskers.) Someday I suppose I’ll have to apologize to Jiminy for allowing these safaris …
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