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  • I've never bothered to buy my cats commercial cat toys. Like children, they can make a toy out of anything. A piece of crumpled paper, a pen...

    Lately, on these mornings when I do yoga on my bed and write random thoughts on note cards, the cats play "Let's attack the pens." They are good pen killers.

    I watch them doing what they do best, and I think to myself, "That's the way to exercise. Just do what your body normally does. Walk. Bend. Reach. Lift. Dance. Kill pens. Forget all these artificial calisthenics and weight machines."

    Then I have fun making up nonsensical exercises on my king-size mattress. I roll from one end to the other, like a child rolling down a hill. I crawl across the bed on my belly, not using arms or hands. I do the worm on my back. I try to do V sit-ups, but collapse in laughter when I keep flopping onto one side or the other.

    The cats kill another pen.
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