So I was bored. I walked up and down the halls, crying loudly. Yes, I had been brushed twice already and well petted but I like constant entertainment.
Myst had been asleep on the monitor when I started walking down the hall, crying out my boredom. His ears shot up, his eyes opened and he began to watch me.
I kept up my rukus (as Terry calls it) and then POOF! Myst had appeared like magic and pounced on me! POW! Off we ran.
(I was no longer bored as Myst had decided to teach me a lesson, that meowing up and the down the hall will get him to chase me.)