Hmm, it appears the wrinkly one is paying attention to something other than my fine self. What could be so special about that rustly thing in her paws, to distract so much of her attention?
I look up at her with wide kitten eyes. She seems to forget about her rustly-thing.
She releases it, but it is so high! How am I going to get my paws on it all the way up there?
Today is kitty’s lucky day!
Err… Fine hunters do not trip over their own legs. Even when most excited. No one saw that!
No wonder the wrinkly one didn’t want to put this down! This is wonderful fun!
Ah, that felt great. Though the rustly-thing put up a good fight, it didn’t stand much of a chance. I feel exhausted after my victory.
Sleep would not come for a while, however. Once again the wrinkly one decided to bring me along to the female two-legger’s den.
I didn’t mind, as the little queen lives there. She was having a catnap in the corner when we arrived.
Soon, the male two-legger I recognized from a few nights ago arrived. He came forward, offering me his hand, and I gave it a careful sniff. Blech! It smelt of the Scotty canine!
The kitten woke, and my two-legger stopped to make high-pitched noises at her. My ears twitched, slightly jealous. Normally she reserves those sounds for me. But… I can’t blame her too much. If anyone is worthy of attention besides me, it would be the little spotted feline. She is rather fetching, for a cat that is missing a tail.
Another two-legger arrived as I was greeting my fellow kitten. Her expression didn’t seem very impressed to be in the presence of two felines… and a quick sniff told me why. She reeked of the Scotty even worse than the male two-legger!
Clearly these two-leggers cannot be trusted…
I invited the spotted kitten to play with me…
…And since the two-leggers were thoroughly preoccupied with the lightbox, we knew we would not be disturbed.
But soon enough, the spotted kitten wanted to practice her hunting skills on a two-legger comfy place.
It seems she, too, has some destructive impulses…