Chasing kitties - it's my job

Hey, it's me, Francie, again.....I am having a REALLY hard time not chasing these little furballs my humans call "kitties". I mean for goodness sakes I need someone to play with once in a while and Max & Athena really want to play to...at least it certainly seems that way to me. After all, Maximus & Athena are only 9 months old and they want to play as much as me. How do I know that...you ask? Well......Max comes up to me, bats me on the head and runs away. I am walking by and Max leaps on to my tail as I pass by. Of course when I see them I get into my ready, set, go position and as soon as I catch one of them, mom and dad are yelling "NO KITTIES". I say "Not Fair"

And it's not like I really bite them...just chew on them a little, they don't even squeal....they pretty quickly get away from me...... and it's not like they don't get in their licks too...I have yelped quite a few times when they land a claw in me, but do they ever get yelled at?.....never..."Not Fair".

So what if I have several pounds on them and can lay on top of them pinning them in place, or if I look like I am going to bite their face off with my mouth open like Jaws himself, or if I go after them at every single opportunity....After all a puppy has to have some kind advantage!

They may look like angels (above), but don't let them fool you. Max wouldn't even let me in the door...this cat could do it if he wanted to! As you can see, chasing kitties wear me out.