peggy's place: Bob and Romeo with a feather

January 20, 2009

Bob and Romeo with a feather

Poor Bob, He's going on 6 and is just now learning how to play. Everything scares him. The feather scared him. If I move too fast, he ducks his head and runs... I have to whisper to him if I want him to not freak out. He's learning, he won't sit with me on the couch but will sneak in the bedroom and snooze on the bed :)

Sorry about the poor quality - I'm a slow learner...

7 comments:

Lux said...: Whoa, that's a cool feather toy! I'm glad Bob's starting to learn how to play!; January 20, 2009 at 1:27 AM
Lightning and Co. said...: Hahaha, my cats have a feather stick like that and that's just what they do! That feather won't last long!; January 20, 2009 at 7:48 AM
Poppy Q said...: Bob looks like he is having fun with the feather. You are never too old to have some feather fun.; January 21, 2009 at 3:53 AM
Cat with a Garden said...: He'll learn to play, eventually. That looks good to us!!!; January 21, 2009 at 5:35 AM
Camp Stanhope Happenings said...: You are so sweet to be patient and kind to Bob. I bet he'll be less afraid of things soon, since you've gotten him to trust you more already.; January 23, 2009 at 12:42 PM
Anonymous said...: oh Feathers are just SO much fun! I am rather lazy and like to just lay there like you and make the peeps move the feathers while I swat them, such fun!; January 23, 2009 at 12:52 PM
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Bob's story

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