|Sparkle Marbles waiting to playfully (I think!) attack me.|
Part of our staircase is open. I can stand on the first floor while the cat sits halfway up the stairs and she is little above my head. We play peek-a-boo and attempt to attack each other...well, according to Michael...and Nan...several times a day. I will be walking by and just see her little paw hanging over the side searching to for my hand (or head!) to playfully attack. I can't resist. I have to play!