Ball Track Blues

Margot loves her Ball Track.  She's not so fond of John who gave it to her for Christmas, but she plays with that Ball Track every day and it's been 2 months, almost 3, of that endless clack, clack, swoosh.

I hate the Ball Track.  But I love my cat, so I refrain from smashing it to bits and packing it away.

It's made by a company called Bergen (they call it the Cat Track I think).  You can Google it and see lots of cats on YouTube playing with it.  You'll here the noise too. Clack, clack, clack, swooosh.  Really, Google it so you can hear the noise.  Now imagine you are trying to sleep.  Or eat.  Or get some writing done.  Or watch a tv show.  But no, Margot is playing and the sound of that...ball...makes you want to run out the door into the street for some peace and quiet.

Did I mention I love my cat?  I shouldn't complain.  It's a store bought toy that she loves and still plays with and has not managed to destroy or lose interest in.  It's a miracle, really.  Boy, I can't wait til it breaks.