The Game

Poor Obi, he is terminally bored. Nothing is exciting this week. Not the flat mousie. Not the yarn balls. Not Tweety Bird, Funky Chicken or milk ring.

But at least we still have our game.

He knocks a toy off the shelf, in this case a wad of clean toilet paper. My job is to catch it before it lands on the floor.

Notice his clever fake out.

And down it goes!

So this was fun. For a minute.

Now he’s bored. So bored.