Ohmar, The Monster Ball

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Chapter II

It seems that about the time I think that Ms Kitty is adjusted to the house and me and trusts me to keep her safe, I get us in trouble.

As mentioned before, Ms Kitty never learned to play with strings, balls or other things that a kitten gets to play with and of course I want to teach her to play at least a little. Even most adult cats, as well as adult human beings, still have a bit of "child within" that enables them to see and appreciate the wonders of this world and to look at new sights and things with wonder, curiosity and delight. I wanted to help Ms Kitty to find her "child within." Most cats, dogs and little children love balls.... so why not Ms Kitty>??

The smiley face below is a scan of Ohmar, a plush ball that was my great granddaughter's toy. When it is squeezed, struck or thrown and hits the floor or what-ever, it chortles, similar to the giggles of a small child.

I tossed it on the kitchen floor so it would bounce towards Ms Kitty. It rolled toward her and she jumped sky high and came down backing away from the rolling ball. The ball stopped rolling and after gingerly walking around and around and sniffing the air her curiosity overcame her, so nose forward on a long neck and crouched for an attack, she edged toward the ball.

I should have left her alone but I had to be smart and try to make her more curious so I took the ball and squeezed it real hard to make it giggle and rolled it toward her. Her eyes went twice their normal size

and she took off through the house as fast as she could go

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to my bedroom at the other end of the house. She thought it was some kind of monster. The sound of it really frightened her.

I went to comfort her and she refused to have anything to do with me. When Ivan opened the solarium door she skittered into the solarium as if the "Monster" was after her. She remained in solitude refusing any comfort a big part of the day. I felt awful. A whole year gaining her confidence and I figured that because of a bit of impatience in wanting to teach her something I may have lost all credibility with her. Would she ever trust me again?

I finally enticed her to the door, but all she would do was smell the threshold and refused to come in. I had placed the ball on a side table but having handled it several times, it's scent was on my hands. I had to hide the ball and wash my hands again and finally she came in. She still didn't trust me.

She ran through the den and hid between the love-seat and an end table. I found her sitting there contemplating the breakfast area.

I then sneaked around the love-seat into the breakfast area. She kind of hunched down and glared at me.

She just wanted to be left alone. She tried hiding under the breakfast table but, being slender wrought iron with a glass top, it gave her little security. Her accusing eyes pained me.

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She took off again and I decided to let time do a little healing so I didn't disturb her hiding place when she ran back to my bedroom and hid behind the bed.

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