It's important to stretch. The boys do it constantly. They're like Jose Canseco but without the steroids. When I open my bedroom door in the morning the first thing they do is stretch and sharpen their claws on the carpet before they run into the bedroom. This is because they have been lying in front of the bedroom door listening for any sounds of my getting up. And if you've been lying down you must stretch - no matter if
you've only been lying down 15-seconds. This is a hard and fast rule with the boys.
As a result, we have no kitty injuries on our team. No cats go on the DL - ever. After stretching you are ready to fire around the house like a madman chasing the other guy
- then you exchange positions and become the chasee. This morning for some reason the fur brains were whipped into a froth of high energy chasing leaping on counters running along the top of the piano and finally knocking their food bowl over spilling kibble all over the kitchen floor. "I'm not your maid!", I screamed at them in frustration, "clean it up yourselves!"We'll see how this tact works out when I return home tonight. If there's still cat chow all over the floor there will be hell to pay. That will be a very clear message to me that they've spent all day stretching. xxx dad
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