My
wife Deborah says that right now the
question of the month/week/day/hour she’s getting at the moment is simply
this: has Forrest really lost his mind
or is he faking it?
The
answer is: I haven’t lost my mind but nor
am I precisely faking it. I’ve enjoyed
taking off on a rambling, somewhat whimsical mood over the last couple of
weeks, doing whatever I want to do. Of
course, I have found that this is a double edged sword. If I want to take off, for instance, go buy a
couple of Eveready batteries and hook up the cat buggy that we got Ellis and
Mina for Christmas, or to plug into their Motor Bug, it’s well and fine – until
such time as I decide I’m ready to stop with the game. The cats know the batteries have not given
out (they’ve seen the commercials) and they refuse to let the game end. Their version of the game is not
particularly robust, however, mainly consisting of sitting at the side of the
carpet and hollering until one of us revs the toy up and gets it zipping around
again.
The
motortack buggy wasn’t really designed for this kind of thing, which more or
less makes it perfect. Just set it to dive for the cat’s nose and then stand
back to watch the reaction. It has
limited steering (very limited) and you can get it to make a dive at the cat’s
nose if you take the time and a little practice.
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