Marmy and I learned a new game.

I toss one of her soft toys (this one's a toy mouse) into the air, letting it land on the quilt. She pounces and plays with it until it seems to stop moving, then she lays on top of it. I usually take it from her and toss it in the air again, and the game goes on. Yesterday, I guess I was too slow in grabbing the mouse, and she bit me. Ah . . . this is no game to her; it's serious mouse business.