Well, when it comes to me handling the pointer to Lucky. Nowadays I rarely handle the pointer. In this video, it wasn't me this time. The moment my mom geared up to pick it up, I couldn't let the monthly file fill in to waste, so I had to film. The motivation to resume the game sure does consume so much energy. Man, the video has just started, I don't know what I'm gonna do. Except search for a nearby cord, see if she'll like it.
Lately, the couch is like a nearby spot I can slump in, chilling curving my body enough to let it soothe. Sometimes I'd want to bring my cord. Yes, I wouldn't mind inviting Lucky to consult me by my side. But then, she keeps seeing her prey, instantly flashing her into hunt mode. It's almost like swooning over some little incident turning into cuteness, so I'd thought she'd just lean her paws on the little dangle to see if she catches a glimpse of that.
He heightened stimulus was taking up her nervous system, in her vision, the prey is the sensory feeling she couldn't quit. Whenever Lucky detected this kind of emotion, , she doesn't question it. She just pounces away until that feeling hits low. Her eyes are locked to the movement to the cord like a conductor waving a baton to the tune. The marble run has zoomed in on every inch of the cord until the system wears out to rest, Sometimes, an itch perked her up, instantly snapping out of the jolt before resuming again. It's interesting cats usually play differently compared to humans.
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