A ball with a little hole in it and inside sits a treat. The cat – according to theory – will play with it in order to get the treat. Exercise and reward.
I fill it and push it Patty’s way. Our fat cat pushes it back, grows bored quickly and leaves the treat behind. An hour later, on her way to her food dish, she pushes at the ball and the treat easily spills out. She eats it, moves on to her food bowl.
Most of the time, the ball is kicked by us, the humans, by mistake, on our way down the hall or through the living room. Patty sleeps.
Some girls were playing with a styrofoam ball during lunch. It went over the fence.
We spied a woman near her car. She came over and asked, Did we lose something?
We showed her the ball in amidst the wet snow, next to a pile of wet dirt. She looked and shook her head.
“I couldn’t, not in these shoes.”
We all, the kids, me and the woman looked down at her shiny high heels. I told her, Don’t worry. She got in her car and left. The ball sat, abandoned.
The bell rang to end lunch and the girls walked back to their portable, disappointed. I walked around and retrieved the ball and brought it to their class.
I love shoes. But I decided, shoes would never tell me where I can and cannot go.