Poor Pussy - Sundee's Verson

Often times for our family home evening activity, we played games. A favorite of course was Poor Pussy. I believe it was to drive home the principle of resisting temptation. Everyone sat on the floor in a circle and one person was the "pussy cat" in the middle. The "pussy cat" would then choose someone in the circle to be his or her prey and attempt to get him or her to smile. If the person could resist smiling and say the whole phrase, "Poor pussy, poor pussy, poor pussy. Go to the next corner," (all without cracking a smirk!) then they were safe and the "pussy cat" had to move on to another victim. This was great fun! Aaron was always stoic. It was nearly impossible to get him to smile EVER! The only person who could crack his stone wall was.... Mother! Mom, on all fours, would slink across the floor, meandering as she went, and then end up at Aaron's lap. Purring and meowing flirtatiously she would smoosh his cheeks and frazzle his hair. Aaron would have had a decided frown that was an obvious attempt to be everything opposite from a smile. He would try to open his mouth to send her on her way, and then… his shoulders would begin to slightly bounce. Mom, seeing this as a sign of encouragement, laid it on thick. Her catlike movements dissolving Aaron’s resolve with every second. The rest of us were rolling in fits of laughter. Again, Aaron would attempt to open his mouth and his shoulders would bounce even higher. At this point he would be scowling a very dark glower with the edges of his mouth creeping up. Mom would then stop everything and just look at him, coyly smile and meow one last purring meow. Aaron, unable to stay steadfast any longer would crumble. Hooray for Mother!