Her eyes sparkle. She pulls back the corners of her mouth into a mischievous smirk. She crouches, legs poised to spring.
The green stuffed mouse gently wiggles as I drag it across the floor, felt tail grasped between my toes.
She inches forward, claws flexing and retreating, eyes never leaving the toy. The hair on her back stands up, waving like grass as her muscles ripple underneath. Her tail flicks back and forth excitedly. A soft hiss escapes her throat, and she pulls deeper into the crouch.
With one last flick of my toes, the toy goes soaring across the floor, into a patch of sunlight. She turns, pulling back against her own legs. One, two, three...
Pounce! She launches across the room, over a pile of laundry and a stack of books, suspended temporarily only by the strength of her hind legs. Her front feet make silent contact with the tile on the other side, claws out, inches from the mouse. Her hind legs follow, as she slides into the toy, snatching it up with sharp teeth and powerful jaws. She leans back onto her hind legs, grasping the mouse with her front paws, viciously ripping at it with her teeth. She throws it into the air, leaping up to meet it on its descent, slamming it into the tile with both feet.
She bats it between her legs, reaching back to kick it forward again.
Oops! Too far. It slides under the coffee table, coming to rest next to one of the legs. She crouches again, Inching forward, one paw at a time, until...
Kick!
It disappears! Where did it go? She turns frantically in the direction it flew.
There!
It's next to the TV, nestled between DVD cases. She immediately leaps onto it. It won't escape this time!
She wrestles with the toy, chomping onto its catnip-filled center. She rolls onto her back and latches onto it with all four paws. She rolls back and forth, swiping angrily at the ground when it slips out of her grasp.
She rolls upright, and lines up to pounce again. Hind legs ready to spring, eyes sparkling mischievously, fur rippling. One, two...
Pop!
What was that?
She turns her head instantly. Daddy is standing in the kitchen with - is that... It is!
She bounds to his feet, brushing against his calf as he plops the can of fancy feast onto a plate. The mouse rests in the patch of sunlight, all but forgotten.
She scurries over to her food bowl, eager and hungry.
Daddy places the plate gently onto the floor. One, two, three...
Pounce!
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The green stuffed mouse gently wiggles as I drag it across the floor, felt tail grasped between my toes.
She inches forward, claws flexing and retreating, eyes never leaving the toy. The hair on her back stands up, waving like grass as her muscles ripple underneath. Her tail flicks back and forth excitedly. A soft hiss escapes her throat, and she pulls deeper into the crouch.
With one last flick of my toes, the toy goes soaring across the floor, into a patch of sunlight. She turns, pulling back against her own legs. One, two, three...
Pounce! She launches across the room, over a pile of laundry and a stack of books, suspended temporarily only by the strength of her hind legs. Her front feet make silent contact with the tile on the other side, claws out, inches from the mouse. Her hind legs follow, as she slides into the toy, snatching it up with sharp teeth and powerful jaws. She leans back onto her hind legs, grasping the mouse with her front paws, viciously ripping at it with her teeth. She throws it into the air, leaping up to meet it on its descent, slamming it into the tile with both feet.
She bats it between her legs, reaching back to kick it forward again.
Oops! Too far. It slides under the coffee table, coming to rest next to one of the legs. She crouches again, Inching forward, one paw at a time, until...
Kick!
It disappears! Where did it go? She turns frantically in the direction it flew.
There!
It's next to the TV, nestled between DVD cases. She immediately leaps onto it. It won't escape this time!
She wrestles with the toy, chomping onto its catnip-filled center. She rolls onto her back and latches onto it with all four paws. She rolls back and forth, swiping angrily at the ground when it slips out of her grasp.
She rolls upright, and lines up to pounce again. Hind legs ready to spring, eyes sparkling mischievously, fur rippling. One, two...
Pop!
What was that?
She turns her head instantly. Daddy is standing in the kitchen with - is that... It is!
She bounds to his feet, brushing against his calf as he plops the can of fancy feast onto a plate. The mouse rests in the patch of sunlight, all but forgotten.
She scurries over to her food bowl, eager and hungry.
Daddy places the plate gently onto the floor. One, two, three...
Pounce!
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