Thursday Thirteen - Edition 10

Thirteen Games Momma Likes to Play with Us

1. Titus: Chase Momma around the back yard like a lunatic. I don’t really like to fetch, but Momma will throw a ball or Frisbee and get me excited and then I chase her around the back yard. I do this really smooth move where I run right at her at full speed and then at the very last second, I run around her. It’s like a really fun game of chicken. She thinks I’m going to crash into her, but I don’t.

2. Titus: The Rawr Game. This game is generally played in the family room. Momma pushes me at my shoulders or hips while saying “Rawr” in a growly voice. Pretty soon I start saying “Rawr” and then we chase each other around the family room. EG tries to get in on this game, but it’s not that much fun when he plays because his claws come out and he puts the bitey on my cheek.

3. Titus: The Tummy Scratch Game. This usually follows the “Rawr” Game. After we are done rawring, then I usually lay down. Momma sits next to me and scratches and scratches and scratches my tummy. I smile and look cute and Momma scratches me some more. It is a very fun game.

4. Titus: Fishing for Tituses. This games requires equipment, usually a kitty fishing pole or a toy with dangly legs or floofy hair (stuffed octopi work great for this game). Momma dangles the toy above my head and waves it around. She puts it right in front of my mouth and just when I go to chomp on it, she pulls it away. The dangling part is always accompanied by her saying, “Fishing for Tituses, fishing for Tituses” in a really screechy voice. Every once in a while, I chomp on the toy and she screams, “I caught a Titus!” Then I get ear scratches.

5. Earl Grey: Peek-A-Boo with Whapping. When I’m EW’ing (that’s Earthworming, you know), sometimes Mom will peek under the blanket. She’ll say something like, “Hey, EG, what’s up?” I’ll pretend to be super drowsy and she’s lured in closer by the cuteness of my feet. I let her touch them for like a squillionth of a second, and then I whap at her and put the bitey on her. It’s super fun.

6. Earl Grey: Catnip Bubbles. Catnip flavored bubble juice. Mom’s lungs. Catnip bubbles floating all over. ‘Nuff said.

7. EG and Tazo: The Red Dot. This used to be called the Flashlight Game (which is not nearly as fun) before Mom got a Red Dot maker. That dot goes everywhere. We chase it. We catch it. It’s super fun.

8. Tazo: Catnip Sushi. Momma tosses my catnip sushi toy on the floor next to me. I pounce on it. Then I talk to it. Then I grab it and run down the hall.

9. Tazo: Wadded Up Paper. Momma wads up a piece of paper and throws it down the hall. I chase it, pick it up, and bring it back to her. Repeat until EG steals the paper ball and shreds it. Grrrr.

10. Tazo & EG: Roll of Paper. Momma unrolls (or tries to) paper towels or toilet paper to use for whatever and we grab the end that’s closest to the floor. We jump, we claw, we shred. It’s a ton of fun.

11. Titus, Tazo, & EG: The Paper Shred. Paper towels are especially fun for this game, but toilet paper works in a pinch, too. Grab a roll of toilet paper and shred it with your teeth (Titus, Tazo, & EG) or put the bitey on it and bunny kick the tar out of it (Tazo & EG). We just realized that this is a list of games that Momma plays with us. Now that we think about it, Momma isn’t really involved in this game too much except for picking up the paper we shredded.

12. Titus, Tazo, & EG: The Herd of Elephants Game. This one involves us running up and down the hall like a herd of elephants between the hours of 2 and 4 am. (If you decide to play this game, you must remember that it is only to be played between 2 and 4 am. Unless your people work nights, then you can adjust the time as needed.) Come to think of it, Momma’s not really involved in this game either, except to yell at us that it’s sleepy time.

13. Tazo & EG: The Wiffle Ball Game. Momma bought practice golf balls (which her junior high golf coach called wiffle balls, but now everyone she knows calls them practice golf balls – whatever. And yes, she now knows that wiffle balls are a baseball thing – sorry Jeter) for us. They are the best. We chase them, we carry them around, and drop them on the kitchen floor so they make a big noise. They are good for batting around. Momma says we look like soccer players with our fancy footwork. If Momma throws one down the hall, we fetch it and bring it back to her.