[ April 18th, 2002 at 10:27 pm ]

Sometimes it seems as if Molly is playing with nothing at all. Or like she is just attacking the air. I suppose it is better than playing in the litter box as far as hygiene is concerned, but batting at nothing is kind of weird. At least playing with bits of litter — kicking them around and scattering them about on the floor — at least that involves actual objects that give physical feedback. I can almost understand why that’s a fun pastime. But, air? What’s fun about air? Nothing that I can fathom. If she sees ghosts, I’d like to know about it.