Taking my Cats to the Beach

I went to get lollies and returned to find two children in tears, three burst balls and the cats claiming football was rubbish anyway.
“They play dirty, and she ignored a red card!” shouted an angry looking boy.
“I’m colour blind aren’t I?” smiled Lucy, then pretended to be asleep.
I got them a new ball. “O.K. Show me how you play...” They really were rough players: spitting and scratching. I soon saw why the ball kept bursting. “You need to play nicely, with less claws.”
“I just don’t think football’s for us.” Lucy said without even opening her eyes.