Ronald had one thing above all others he enjoyed doing. It involved some baby oil and a magazine, movie, or his imagination. At the moment he only had the latter, but he had a good one.
As he drew close to finishing, the kitten a friend gave him a few days earlier moved toward him. The kitten was young, but not young enough that it couldn’t attack a possible toy.
It was the first time he saw a human shaking whatever it was, but it looked like fun. Hunching down, he twitched his bottom and tail and leaped, claws out.