I have found a most wonderful thing! It is small and round and within my reach!
Oh yes! This prey stands no chance against my fine hunting prowess!
But the wrinkly one ruins all my fun! One moment I am vanquishing my foe, the next I am shoved into the nasty prison-box and when I am removed from the foul place, I am somewhere else! There is another two-legger here, one I do not know; this two-legger is not near so stealthy as the one I met the previous night. Far more solid… and therefore, more bitable!
I hiss at her, but she doesn’t seem impressed. Doesn’t she see how ferocious I am, despite my lack of size? Bah!
The wrinkly one is even less impressed. She scolds me for hissing at this two-legger, but I can’t understand why. Does it have something to do with the fact they share similar smells?
Tired of the two-leggers, I notice the other feline in the room. Similar in size to myself, and from an exploratory sniff, this feline appears to be a female. Well, well, well.
I decide to have a chat with this young queen on the front porch. I like playing in autumn leaves; she hates fleas. We have so much in common!
This calls for a good romp through the living room…
…And the kitchen…
…And back into the living room. This kitten has as much energy as I do! I approve!
As the sky turned dark, the wrinkly one returned me to the prison-box and when I was removed, I was once again back in the place I’ve come to know as my home territory, with the scratching post in the corner and the comfy warm spot and the food dish and the sandbox for kitty business. Will I get to see that little queen again? I can only hope…