Sir Pounce thinks the beach is a giant kitty litter box.
“No! No! No!” I keep reminding him, because I do not want to play next to a pile of . . . um, gross stuff in the sand.
Finally Posey meow-explains everything in cat, and Sir Pounce nods.
“He’s good,” Posey tells me.
“It’s your first time at the beach,” I say. “What do you want to do?”
Posey meows the translation. Obviously. Sir Pounce meows back.
“He would like to dip his paws in the water,” Posey informs me.
This may sound like an odd request, because most cats hate water. But not my cat. He loves water.
“Race you to the waves!” I yell, taking off for the surf.
Sir Pounce and Posey chase after me. I splash over the little waves and flop—stomach first—into the water. Sir Pounce jumps in beside me, and Posey stands by the water’s edge.
“Come in!” I cry. “The water feels great!”
But Posey doesn’t want to get wet. He says he doesn’t like to feel soggy and damp.
“Use your magic!” I suggest.
A smile spreads across his purple face, and he grabs a fistful of sparkly imaginary friend dust and flings it over his head.
“Whoop-de-do!” he shouts.
Then—poof!—Posey is magically wearing a scuba mask and fins. He charges into the water, and when he comes up for air, his fur is perfect.
Now that’s some pretty fabulous magic! I think.