Mrwahaha… a stray mutt is using the wrinkly one’s plaything as a chewtoy, and it’s just about that time of day when she faces the cold white stuff to get the plaything. This should be amusing enough to actually leave my nice comfy spot by the viewing-wall.
Oh, I haven’t heard the wrinkly one shout that loud since the time I left a mouse in her sleeping place!
That’s right, get out of here, mutt! Go enjoy the cold wet stuff, there’s only room here for the most sophisticated of animals!
Aaah… that was fun, well worth interrupting comfy warm time to properly glower at a canine… but now I do believe it is time to lay on top of that spot where the warm air comes out of the ground and take a catnap before my mate steals it– hey, wait a minute. Wrinkly One, Two-Legger, where are you going with the kittens!?
So much for napping… *sigh* Guess I’d better let my mate know…
…Hey, Little One, wait up! If the little one is running at that pace, she is surely following the trail of kittens…
Ah, it’s the cat heaven! Wrinkly One, this is a terrible time to bring my kittens to Cat Heaven, when it’s cold and wet! Perhaps that’s why you look so confused…
You’re so strange, Wrinkly One. It’s impossible to know what is going through that two-legger brain of yours.
Well son, since we are here, I think it is time I started to teach you the finer points of hunting. You have to learn sometime, and learning in harsh conditions is only going to benefit you in the long run. You’ll thank me some day.
See that? Your mother and sister immediately go to the food bowls! That is the easy way to get a meal! That is not the hunter’s way of feeding! You never know when the food bowl might be empty… or even worse… not there! Yes, I know, it is hard to imagine, but for many cats that is the reality, and why a feline must always be prepared…
Look! That’s… No! It can’t be!
I can’t believe my nose! I haven’t seen you since I was a kitten! Why, I taught this she-tabby all about hunting techniques when I was still your size, son!
What? What do you mean you were the one that taught me? Seems you are losing your memory in your old age, Tabby Cat!
Don’t listen to her, Three-Paw.
So, Tabby Cat, do you think you could play rodent again for a little while? I’d really like to show my boy here how to do some hunting moves, you know, just the basics–
–like the stalk-and-pounce, the tuck-and-roll, the pin-and-neck-gouge…
…Hey, heeeeey! Three-Paw! What did I just say about the food bowl not being the hunter’s way of feeding?! Have you been listening to anything I’ve been saying?
Now, when hunting, you want to make sure you always have the top position! This is the alpha position, the position of dominance and power! It says “I am the hunter, you are the prey!” It also makes it easy to pin with your paws, like so.
From that position, you can get over your prey and roll the body, exposing the vulnerable neck to your teeth!
But be careful of the counter-attack, from both the prey’s teeth and hind legs!
…Have you got all of that, Three-Paw?
Your mother and I did not raise you as a puppy, stop rolling around in that puddle this instant and pay attention!
All right, perhaps the only way you’ll learn is from hands-on experience. I’ll give you a head start!
Hmm… What is the wrinkly one up to? Stacking the cold wet stuff with the little one… normally I approve of having more high places, but the “cold” and “wet” aspects turn me off…
The Queen’s two-legger is… Oh, that’s disconcerting. What happened to the traction on her paws?
Okay Three-Paw, are you ready?
The first thing you must learn is that in conditions like this, a hunter can easily stalk his prey by the tracks they leave behind…
…Aaaaaaaaand Daddy’s found you!
Note this pounce technique!
Shall I show you that move again?
Hey, Three-Paw, where are you going? Three-Paw? Oh, don’t just run straight for the food bowl! I’m telling you, learning to hunt really is for your own good!
Look, the two-leggers are still busy using the cold wet stuff as a plaything…
…So we have plenty of time for more lessons!
Fine, be that way!
Hey, She-Tabby, want another go, just for fun?
…Okay, okay, I’ll take that as a no!
This is one of those parts where things didn’t go quite as intended. If anyone remembers Day 36: Persistence, Rose was reading a newspaper in which there was supposed to be a party at the cat park next door, the Great Cat Roundup, however when I showed up at the designated time… not a Sim was in sight! I guess no catlovers of Appaloosa Plains were as persistent as Rose to face all that snow to meet up with other catlovers? She was quite confused, like, “Today was the day, right? I read about it in the paper, I could’ve sworn… or is this my dementia acting up on me yet again?” I think she really wanted to show off those kittens, the way a grandma likes showing off pictures of their grandkids, hahaha! In any event, she still had fun enjoying the winter weather with her family in the quiet park, so lemonade was made of those lemons, and I loved the tiny-kitten-lost-in-snow pictures and managed to do something pretty fun with them!