Jiminy!

I hear humans have a game called cricket, which probably has its own share of strange, human-type rules. But I need not concern myself with them, because I have my own version of the game, which basically has no rules. Yup, all I need is for one hapless participant to stumble onto my playing field and it’s game on!

Such was the case in our basement last night. My opponent put up a pretty good fight, even keeping me at bay at one point with his amazing hopping ability. Finally I had had enough and moved in for the decisive win, but apparently my preparing to eat my opponent was a bit too much for Mama G. She intervened, called an injury timeout of sorts, and helped my opponent out in a plastic cup. Nevertheless, I don’t think he’ll be getting a leg up on anything soon, if you know what I mean.

Hey, I’m sorry, but if you don’t play to win, what’s the point?