Clever camouflage, winged one, but you’ll have to do better to get past my keen eyes…
Silent. Still. I’ve got this…
Wha? But… but… nooooooooooooo! Damn you, bird!
How will I prove to the spotted queen that I can be a worthy father if I still can’t catch a bird?
Hmm… I wonder how she is doing.
Her den is some distance away, but I can travel quite far on these four legs. It certainly beats traveling in the wrinkly one’s prison box…
Mwaha! The queen’s two-legger!
This is it!
Helloooo… I know you’re in there, two-legger… If my queen has trained you at all, you should know the proper response when a cat is wailing outside your door!
Now… where is my queen?
Spotted queen, I see you under there! Get out from there and come see me!
She seems to have a lot on her mind…
…And looks a bit tired.
Daww, it’ll be okay, my spotty bobtail! Roll over and let me take a look at that belly! How many little hunters do you have in there, hmm?
That night when I returned to my den, I put my everything into practicing hunting the foul feathered beasts, unable to get the image of them swooping down and stealing away my kittens out of my mind.