[dc]I[/dc] enjoy most board games. Said games are a great way to bond with friends, family, and as Stephanie and I learned recently: pets.
Yes. Our cat Rags decided he wanted to play Scrabble with us. Bless his little, fuzzy, mischief filled heart.
Fun is Spelled S-C-R-A-B-B-L-E
Scrabble is a favorite game of mine, as are most words games (like Bananagrams, and lying to children). It took some arm-twisting to get Stephanie to agree to play, as her favorite game is watch reality TV—I mean, Qwirkle.
I set up the Scrabble board while Rags watched from the comfort of his box, his eyes darting side to side. Everything was fine, until I set down the Bag of Letters.
Trouble is Spelled R-A-G-S
The instant I set down the bag of Scrabble letter tiles, Rags sat up and pounced.
“No!” I yelled as Rags attacked the bag, batting at it like it was a wounded rodent.
Tiles scattered across the table. I groaned. Stephanie laughed. So much for a quiet game of Scrabble. After attacking the bag and tiles, Rags decided to lay down on the Scrabble board.