I am being so mean.
After work I stopped to get some pick-me-up for The Hater (diet Mt Dew). His mornings are kinder with some coke in his system... and while I was there I made an impulse buy, a laser pointer.
I heard that cats go wild for a laser pointer flickering across the room, but I figured that Zoloft was dork enough not to care. She doesn't care about other cat toys, so why would she like this one... but I bought it anyway.
And she's going nuts.
She hasn't figured out that I'm controlling the laser yet, which is making my job both easy and very entertaining. Every once and a while she'll look back to see if I'm watching her attack the menacing red spot, but I look away like I'm not even interested.
I don't know which of us is having more fun. Her with the laser -- or me playing this game as she's bouncing off of the walls.