Now come on, kick-off the game!
And off we go.
To play soccer must be learned.
Crap the ball is out.
Hands! That's a foul!
Man beachte übrigens die elegante Fuss- und Schwänzchenstellung.
Phew, I need a break, but I won't let go the ball.
Look at the elegante foot and tail posture :o).
But Noahs favorite toy is a simple cord. Isn't he just a modest tomcat?
At the other end of the cord I wrapped a poor stinky mouse.
Hmm... I heard something beneath the cover.
I don't know what it is, but I just jump on it.
And if you have a closer look, you will see for what my crooked snout is good for. But I absolutely hate it when Mrs Gwundergarten calls me nowadays "Schiefmund Freud" (Crooked mouthed Freud). Grmpf.
With those temperatures outside Noah isn't tempted to go out and is rather bored. Everything that rustles is exciting... even the bedspread.
Oh, how did this happen?
Oh, damn... the red one has finished his hour of play. Ladies and Gentlemen get ready and keep an eye on him, he's coming out.
Habt alle ein vergnügtes Wochenende und danke nochmals, Natalie für die lustigen Springbälle, die Noah den Winter verkürzen werden.
Have a funny weekend and thanks to Natalie for those sweet springballs, which will bring a lot of joy into Noahs winter life.