Mraaw… I feel so lonely, so bored!
What’s this? The wrinkly one has left one of her playthings in easy reach!
…And capture the stringy creature easily!
The wrinkly one returns, and appears to be quite impressed at my superb hunting skills.
She is a clever two-legger, for recognizing such talent.
Hmm… Her smells are different. Much better than usual. Does she have a new treat for me?
She leaves something on the ground for me… And it smells wonderful!
I normally wouldn’t eat something such an odd shade, but that enticing aroma! I must have more!
You’re going down, fuzzy morsel!
I gnaw at its tail, but it doesn’t even wail in protest! What sort of creature is this? You know what… I don’t even care! Playing with this prey is just so much fun! Much more fun than the stringy creature, or the rustly-thing!
Woah… it is hard to focus on the wrinkly one, as she starts mewing in those strange high-pitched tones that she still thinks are capable of communication with felines.
Can’t sit still!
Can’t sit still!
Something is seriously not right… is the light box… floating?
. . .
All right, this is too much! I need some fresh air, maybe that will clear my head.
…Or not. What sort of two-legger is that supposed to be?
It smells like no two-legger I’ve ever smelt before…
This is getting too weird! I rush back inside, wanting nothing more than to curl up on my comfy place and forget about all this craziness!
When I enter the wrinkly one’s den, I see that the great hunter has returned!
He straightens up the soft things…
…And curls up to take a catnap.
He has the right idea. I won’t disturb him.
In the morning, the wrinkly one seems quite confused to find a plate of leafy stuff left on the floor for her. Doesn’t she see that the great hunter has made a catch and left it for her to eat? Silly two-legger!