That’s the newest game that Tesla likes to play with his little stuffed mice.
Where Prometheus is content to lounge on your lap or on the couch next to you, Tesla insists on more interactive, less passive funtimes. He is also the reason we’re going to have to invest in more mice soon — he keeps killing them and then tearing up their cardboard-y insides. If you walked into our living room right now, you would see Prometheus lying next to me, a twitching orange blob, and Tesla with his gray-and-black striped backside hanging out from under the couch as he seeks to retrieve his mouse from where Southern Honey threw it.
If you hang around long enough (and we’re talking days here, not hours), he might eventually warm up to you enough to want to play with you, too. Then you might find yourself, while sitting peacefully on the couch or floor, suddenly jumped upon and a slightly damp, fuzzy burden dropped upon your lap or into your hand. And no matter how many times you throw it, he’ll bring it back. When you tire of the game, you’ll have simply to ignore him for a time or to hide the mouse. Otherwise, he’ll play for hours.
Or until he tears the mouse in half.
Although then he might just bring you the head.