When three cats go at it it's "cute". Use that.

Today’s guest blogger is named Annika Lantz, who has been a radio woman for 25 years, an author as well as being a regular participant in Parliament. When her radio show was moved from P3 to P1 a few years ago there was an outcry among Swedish senior citizens.  An outcry that can still be heard today.

As a parent, you suffer from time to time from the so-called playtime boredom, i.e. when your kids want you to participate in games for which you feel overqualified (hide and seek, general wrestling, etc.). The mistake you often make when these opportunities arise is that you go with your feeling of boredom, rather than completely devoting yourself to the task. I tested the latter last week when my son wanted me to be his cat. I hid a sigh, and dutifully went down on all fours. But then after a while, as the bread crumbs from the breakfast table began to cut into the knees, I started concentrating on really getting into character. I no longer wanted to play cat - I really wanted to be a cat. I rubbed up against the table legs, I licked water from a bowl (not from the toilet though - there are limits), I purred so convincingly that I actually believed it myself. And I was so calm. I, who usually suffer from a light pressure over my chest, was completely calm and warm, and felt almost a little uncomfortable when the social evolution drove me up to walking with two feet to go to a parent teacher conference. So - cancel your meditation, take antihistamines and become your cat for a while. You will not regret it. If a dog doesn’t appear.