As a cat, I was born to hunt. But it’s so hard to find proper prey when my people won’t let me out. I sit at the window and watch those feathered creatures that fly in and out of the bird feeder. Oh, how I’d love to meet one of them up close and personal! However, unless I can escape outside, that won’t happen. Still, there has to be something to hunt here in my own territory!
I finally found it. One day I wandered through the kitchen, trying to decide whether to jump up on the counters and explore while the people were out of the room. Something small and black whizzed past my head and landed on the window. What was that? My ears turned toward it, my nose twitched. My people call it a fly; I call it prey!
I tore across the room, but it was too fast. Zip. It was off for the living room. I dashed after it. Fly, you are mine. I will get you. But that critter was so sneaky. It landed on the window. I was right there in a second, standing on the chair, batting at it with my paws. And then it just darted up to the top window. I stretched as far up as I could. No luck. I jumped, reaching with one paw—and tumbled down from the window.
Ouch. Grrr. Nasty fly. Again and again I tried, hanging with my claws from the upper window sill or perching on top of the chair back. It came closer, as if to tease me. I was ready to spring. And it took off across the room.
What? Why you little stinker! I raced after it. But I no sooner reached it than it flew away again, no doubt laughing at me. How dare it!
We had quite a chase, that monster fly and I. Until my people came back and yelled at me for running across the dinner table. Oops. I lay down, panting. The fly disappeared into some secret place. One of my people sat down. Ah, a lap! Yes, a place to rest up for a bit. This hunting is hard work.
But watch out, fly. You escaped this time, but the mighty huntress isn’t finished with you yet.
