No, I wanted to play.

You were right up to a point. When I meow from my cat tree and make little swipes at you, it does mean I want to play.

But by the time you've put down whatever you were doing, walked over, and started waving toys around, that's old news. Now you want to play. I've moved on in life, and don't see why you can't just let it go.

Perhaps at some point I'll want to play again. Possibly the next time you sit down.