VanBuren’s New Year resolution was to play more. Get active, move around some, rediscover his inner kitten. I took him up on it and volunteered to help him train. We started light with a toy his grandmother gave him for Christmas – an uncontroversial plastic ball with a little bell inside.
Veebs stood at the bottom of the stairs while I rolled the ball down. The idea was for him to extend his arm and catch it. Work on his reflexes/hand-eye coordination.
The only part of his body that moved were his eyeballs.
We tried another tactic to see if it would be more enticing – me rolling the ball up to him. Again the idea was for him to catch it.
He did not catch it. He did not catch on.
Perhaps it was just too much stimuli, or he was shy, or he wanted to play on his own terms. So I left the ball in front of him and crept upstairs, leaving him to his own devices.
A few seconds later…
Score!