"I don't play. I am dignified and serious."
Last night, Scarlett out-kittened Melly, gleefully bounding around with a yarn ball, batting it around and carrying it in her mouth. She careened around the apartment with the little red ball for several minutes while I surreptitiously watched from the bathroom doorway. Unfortunately, Melly skittered by and gave me away - Scarlett immediately dropped her yarn ball and sat down a little ways away, pointedly ignoring it.
"She plays. I've seen it."
This is all in stark contrast to Melly, who attacks and plays with everything that moves, and many things that don't. Last night, we played fetch with her wine cork for about 20 minutes. Fetch! Like a puppy! I couldn't believe it was happening, and that she stayed interested for so long - I actually ended the game because I wanted to go to bed. I'm curious to see whether she'll play again today, or if it was a one-time deal.