Oh, boy. I am an insane cat-mom. Tiki does a fantastic Yoda impression (seriously. It’s funny). Sometimes when she’s feeling extra frisky, I put my hand under the comforter and she attacks it. If she manages to get her paws around it, she whacks it with her hind legs, which sends her hind end backwards a good couple of inches. Good for breaking the necks of mice, not good for hands. If she’s anywhere near the edge of the bed, OFF she goes. Falls right off. And I laugh.
She also chases her tail. A lot. Like every day. Chases, catches, bites, meows with pain, I laugh. She must be in the same room as me at all times, and is currently napping beside me. Ahhhh…