From across the room I spot my prey. Like the red of the matador's cape the color of my prey mocks me and demands my attention. My prey is cunning, as it's heavily guarded by The Great White.
full frontal assault will only get me banished to the other room. I must
finesse this situation. I make sweet kitty face at The Great White. She
falls for it and begs me to sit on her lap. I act casual-like, as if I
am only mildly interested. She pleads - yes, I have her.
leap onto her lap and allow her to pet me, lulling her into a state of
false security. After a few minutes I stretch innocently and slowly make
steps toward my prey. Oh no, she sees me, and moves my prey just out of
reach. I settle in for more lap time and act as if I didn't notice the
movement. A few minutes more of petting and purring, and I move with
lightening speed. She didn't see it coming this time. I reach my prey
and dive in.