Psst! Psst! Fin here. I'm lying in wait for my prey. I have the perfect vantage point in the L-shaped hallway. I hear Mom futzing about in the laundry room. It can only be a matter of time before she strolls by... and yes, I would be shocked if she was actually doing laundry.
It's giving me time to plan my attack. A little something I like to call a granny ambush. I run straight in front of her lumbering feet and race into the bedroom at full granny speed. If I can score with a direct hit on the shin or foot so much the better. I love the startled squeal I get.
I hope she chases me back. Playing chase with Mom gives new meaning to the cat game of "Thundering Herds of Elephants" if you catch my drift. MOL
Oh! I hear her coming, wish me luck!