A few days ago I wrote about big balls vs. little balls and ended with the promise that I would report back on the ping pong situation.
Last night we took a crack at it and … well, it didn’t exactly go well. For a second there I wasn’t clear whether we played ping pong or racquetball.
Seriously, both being novices at the game, the ball went all over the place, bouncing on the floor, ricocheting off the walls and even taking a swipe at the chandelier.
The cats kept their distance, they could see that this was one ball game that didn’t agree with them, and they were right. Holly who came a little too close to the action got the ball right smack on her head.
As for the game … it’s so exhausting. I’m sure people who know to play ping pong might disagree, but I don’t know how to play so instead I spent most of my time running after the little ball and picking it up. So it was a case of running and bending, running and bending. After ten minutes I resembled a panting dog.
That’s why I like bowling so much. No matter whether you’re a good or a bad player, made a strike, a spare or an oops, I don’t have to do anything to retrieve it. The ball gets neatly delivered back to me.
Anyway, for those who are looking for a new exercise program, I suggest they take up ping pong. As you’re running, trying to smack the little bugger ball, your arms, legs and body will get a workout while your heart will pump like an engine on turbo. You’ll drop a size or two in no time.
Just be sure to keep the pets at bay …
To be fair to Holly, I did play a game with her later on, but that didn’t go too well either. I threw a rubber ball for her to chase and she slammed into a wall. Not to worry, she’s not hurt, but she did appear a little dazed.
That’s what happens when cats run too fast and have fluff underneath their paws that interferes with their braking system.
Where Holly is concerned we’re going to have exercise caution or … buy her a helmet.
Last night we took a crack at it and … well, it didn’t exactly go well. For a second there I wasn’t clear whether we played ping pong or racquetball.
Seriously, both being novices at the game, the ball went all over the place, bouncing on the floor, ricocheting off the walls and even taking a swipe at the chandelier.
The cats kept their distance, they could see that this was one ball game that didn’t agree with them, and they were right. Holly who came a little too close to the action got the ball right smack on her head.
As for the game … it’s so exhausting. I’m sure people who know to play ping pong might disagree, but I don’t know how to play so instead I spent most of my time running after the little ball and picking it up. So it was a case of running and bending, running and bending. After ten minutes I resembled a panting dog.
That’s why I like bowling so much. No matter whether you’re a good or a bad player, made a strike, a spare or an oops, I don’t have to do anything to retrieve it. The ball gets neatly delivered back to me.
Anyway, for those who are looking for a new exercise program, I suggest they take up ping pong. As you’re running, trying to smack the little bugger ball, your arms, legs and body will get a workout while your heart will pump like an engine on turbo. You’ll drop a size or two in no time.
Just be sure to keep the pets at bay …
To be fair to Holly, I did play a game with her later on, but that didn’t go too well either. I threw a rubber ball for her to chase and she slammed into a wall. Not to worry, she’s not hurt, but she did appear a little dazed.
That’s what happens when cats run too fast and have fluff underneath their paws that interferes with their braking system.
Where Holly is concerned we’re going to have exercise caution or … buy her a helmet.
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