"Come on, Princess Paws. Look at this shiny ball. Don't you want to chase it?"
Penelope's voice carries a hint of frustration as she rolls yet another toy across my living room floor. The fluffy white kitten nestled against my thigh doesn't even twitch a whisker. Instead, she purrs contentedly, kneading my leg with her tiny paws.
I can't help but chuckle at Penelope's determined efforts. "Face it, Pippa. She's not interested in the toys."
Penelope huffs, flopping back onto the carpet. "I don't get it. Aren't kittens supposed to be little balls of energy?"
"Maybe she's just lazy." I scratch behind Princess Paws' ears. The purring intensifies.
"That's it." Penelope sits up, a gleam in her eye. "I need a cat. A playful one that will actually appreciate my efforts."
I laugh, picturing Penelope's apartment overrun with feline-friendly obstacle courses and toy mice. "You'd spoil it rotten."
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