never take your eye off the ball

Kay brought in two new balls from the car and put them down on her dresser. She didn't think about it, but in a few minutes, I had a bead on them. I sat and looked at them like this.

Ten minutes later, I was still looking at them like this. I don't think I even blinked.

Focused staring, it works every time. Eventually Kay couldn't resist me and she picked one up and threw it. Ha! The game was all on then.

The balls would ricochet down the hall and we kept missing as they rebounded. We played until our tongues were to the floor.

Because the hallway is scheduled to be repainted soon, it didn't matter so much about all the slobbery tennis ball marks all over the walls...

For the finale, we got to chew and chew on them to our hearts' content. They were wonderfully chewy and kind of just squished in your mouth, but you could never quite get a bite out of them. Kay brought them from America. We love them.