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February 05, 2005
The Boy
Polyphemos tends to attack feet when he's bored. You're sitting on the couch, typing industriously away at a breakdown of Act V of Macbeth (Arden version), and suddenly this warm lump thumps onto your foot and starts chewing on your toes. When you move in response to the biting (to get away, to make it stop), the paws wrapped around your foot suddenly sprout claws, the biting gets harder and the hind paws begin rabbit punching your foot.
This is a game he loves, and no distractions seem to work. If he wants interaction, no other toy but your feet will do, until you start playing with him with some other toy. But the minute you sit back down on the couch, he goes for the feet again. (Socks are now a must in our house, for obvious reasons.)
However. I think I have found a solution. I have a pair of wool socks with holes in the heels that I was going to try to fix. Instead, I stuffed one inside the other, along with a bunch of dusting rags, and gave it to him. So far, he likes it a lot, though he'd still rather have the toy move in the way it does when someone else (me) is involved with it.
Posted by sally at February 5, 2005 11:45 AM
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