It would be fun to be lying in the warm sun atop a grassy hill with Jasmine stretched out beside me. Of course, I could not resist the temptation to roll her over and rub her tummy, and then I would give her the tiniest shove and she would start to roll. She would keep rolling, faster and faster, ears and tail spinning like pinwheels, until she got to the bottom of the hill. Then, dizzily, she would rise shakily to her feet, stumble around a bit, catch her bearings and then come bounding back up the hill so that I could send her rolling down it again.

This would go on and on all day long and by the end of the day, the exercise would have caused her to lose weight and she would be a skinny, not a full-figured kitty, and I would not be able to roll her down the hill anymore.

This would make both me and her sad and so she would go home and start gorging again, so that one day she could again be a fat cat and I could roll her back down the hill, just as we had done before.