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she bats

she bats at the yellow ribbon hanging off my dress hanging off the chair.
she catches it with her claw. noticing her own movement,
she stops to observe for a moment.
not a second passes before she’s got her head burrowed into the bottom of the chair,
searching for the ribbon to bat or for the laser pointer from previous play times.
“dumb cat,” I whisper. “she can only see within an inch of what’s in front of her.”
another second and she’s disappeared behind the chair,
only her tail whipping the end of the ribbon behind her.

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