Pointless cat blogging, part 82

I have a nifty pair of harem pants with jingly coins all down the legs.

We have a laser pointer that the Oob loves to chase. Every time I pick it up, she starts to stalk the carpet, eagerly looking for the first sign of her prey.

The laser pointer jingles when it is picked up. Just like the pants.

Poor Oob. Every time I took a step, got up, or shifted position on the couch yesterday, she went into attack mode.