What’s this? My keen feline senses notice a strange two-legger. I did not even hear him enter my fine kitty lair! How could a mere two-legger be better at sneaking than a fine hunter such as myself? That simply will not do!
I must be careful. This prey is not to be underestimated.
I do not understand! Nipping his feet does not work! That always works on the wrinkly one, especially when I need her urgent attention, like when the food bowl is empty, or she has spent too much time watching the tiny two-leggers in the light-box instead of me! I yowl to express my displeasure, and the wrinkly one turns in our direction. Surely she will not stand for this! But it is as if she doesn’t even see the other two-legger! She goes straight to the food box, and he remains unnoticed, though he is in plain sight!
I can’t help but feel in awe of this two-legger’s skills. He would make a fine feline… if he had a few more legs. Perhaps if I befriend him, one day I can learn to be just as stealthy. His paw feels like a cold wind, nothing like the soft warmth of the wrinkly one… and then he was simply gone, right before my fine heterochromatic eyes!
Perhaps he will return and teach me his secrets, one day…