Sailor was a cute little black and white kitten and he liked to play fetch. He would jump onto my bed with a little toy mouse and wait for me to throw it for him and then bring it back. It was so sweet. When he grew tired of the game, he would lie on top of the mouse so it could not be thrown again. I never knew a cat could play fetch.
That mouse was the only toy he would do it with. Trouble was, it wasn’t his mouse. It belonged to Zorro, the cat next door. And the cat next door belonged to my landlady. Every day Sailor would steal it and hide it somewhere, only revealing it when it was time for bed. Every morning I would knock apologetically on my landlady’s door and return it.
She was good humoured about it at first, until the novelty wore off. I bought him dozens of other toys but he had no interest. It had to be that one stolen mouse or he would not play.
One cold morning my landlady sighed in exasperation and ripped the little mouse to pieces. Sailor never played fetch again.
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