Patti on the other hand was noticing a lot of more of things, second by second, like the thought that to play fetch one needs a good throwing hand, a notion that on reflection didn't seem to be her specialty, even if she recalled that almost since she could move by herself has always been very physically active, it came to her the idea that she never got her her pawns very busy.
With that observation, she directed her focus to her furred limbs, as it came to her an urge to stretch a forepaw, that once suspended midair felt a lot more flexible, and she saw an arm that reached longer than usual, with fingers that instantly got more nimble with a dexterity she didn't consider herself capable, but felt quite refreshing randomly motioning for no other reason that the fact she could.
"Fetch!?" Mary exclaimed, abruptly cutting in Patti contemplation, Patty smiled at her beloved Mary, who returned the expression with a grin of her own, as enlarged and open as her mouth could managed, Patti resumed patting her pet, and swiftly trowed a ball she noticed on the grass a good distance, prompting Mary to rapidly dash in pursuit with her arms and legs gracefully one after the other on the ground, until she happily cached to the ball on the house yard limits, and gladly lifted with her mouth, returning just as fast to her cheering owner.