vendetta against cotton balls

My brother once gave me the tip that his cat loved to ruthlessly assault any cotton balls placed in his vicinity.

For that reason, I bought a large bag of them as soon as I adopted Tamanya. But she had no idea what to do with them; just stood there staring at them.

It’s quite different now. I put one on the floor next to her tonight, and she went bezerk, annihilating it with a cruelly slow pace over a 20-minute period. It must remind her of the collective unconscious archetype of mice.

She’s incredibly awkward about it, though, and that makes it funny to watch.