Bab 507: I'm not led around by a kitten, I'm choosing to indulge a kitten

Snowball spent his days chasing a little ball tied up with string and fabric scraps. It was quite cute. It got more amusing the more frustrated the little kitty got over it slipping through his paws.

He always persisted, even after hours of failing.

Always jumping in with renewed determination, claws unsheathed, tail out, his little whiskers fluffed up-

His mews of frustration and rage were also cute.

And the ones of elation and pride when he caught the ball and promptly batted it around a bit until it inevitably got free of his grasp again were too.

Sometimes he would bring her the toy and demand to be played with, throwing it to the ground and raising a paw expectantly.

Of course most of the time she would oblige and toss the little slippery thing.

But it was so cute when she would reach out instead and grab his little upraised paw.

The look of absolute confusion on his little kitty face....

Priceless.