Hunt Week - Floofy Friday

The Fin Edition

I stalk my prey, as I slink along the bathroom counter. It lies dormant and quiet, as it glistens in the bright light. It thinks it can fool me, but I know what it's capable of. Luckily The Great White is nearby and she can always wake it up.

I mew impatiently for her to come and lure my prey from hiding. She tickles it's handle, and like magic it comes to life. A slow steady stream, and it has to be just so - not too strong and certainly not a drip.

I go in for my kill, slowly and stealth-like. Victory is mine as I lick the wet bounty off the porcelain. My prey tries to strike back with it's only defense, I feel it drizzle on the top of my head. I laugh at it's weak attempt and shake it off. Oh was that Mom's toothbrush? Ah well. I go back in for a double dip.

The Mom Edition

I see my furry prey waiting impatiently on the bathroom counter, a perfect distraction. I turn on the faucet, and like magic I'm rewarded with a perfect view. Yes, it is a knot a the edge of those floofy cataloons I thought I saw earlier. It's the perfect moment to strike - safely away from the skin - one quick nip and it will be mine. If I lose my kill now it will only get bigger and more elusive in the future.

I quietly pull the special dull-edged knotectomy scissors from the drawer as I am showered by droplets from Fin's shake-off. Have I lost my opportunity? No. She heads back into the stream. I try to move quickly and steadily - grabbing the knot in one hand and positioning the shears with the other.

I'm not quick enough. My floofy prey plants herself down. I see angry reproach in her eyes. I have broken the rules of sippy-sink. I offer neck scritches with the empty hand, but she is wary of the hidden hand. She has been fooled before, but not this time.

I move my scritches down the spine, slowly the elevator butt scritch and the steady stream of water running beside her works it's magic. Behold the floofy cataloon. I grab the knot, and with one quick cut, I'm victorious. A successful knotectomy.

The End

Well friends this brings us to the end of Hunt Week here at the H.C. (but the week isn't over if you still want to join the hunt at your place). We hope you had as much fun as we did. Have a great weekend and Happy Holidays! See you next week.

Hunt Week - Seeing Red

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.

A 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.

I 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.

Victory! Bonus, it's milk!

Note: I'm willing to share, but she says my cat spit ruins her drink. Whatever, more for me.

Hunt Week - The Phane

Today's hunting ground might be called the dining table by some, but for me, it's the Cellophane Hunting Ground. Oh how I love my crunchy prey. It tickles my gums.

The Dining Table is Off-Limits for reasons I don't understand, but I love it up here for so many reasons. I rarely stay off, if I can help it. One of the many reasons I love it up here is that it's the drop off spot for fresh purchases. Have you ever noticed how often fresh purchases are wrapped in fresh cellophane kill?

As a kitten, I would nibble on regular plastic, but as I've grown into my grannyhood, I've realized it's best to hold out for the good stuff - true Cellophane. The very finest is beef jerky bags (with jerky inside) and the extra crunchy variety.

Sadly, my prey is whisked away quickly. I would be more upset about it, but if swallowed it can cause some gastric distress. For this very reason I suggest two things:

1. Don't eat the aluminum foil, it tears easily and isn't very tasty.
2. Make sure your human sees you crunching the Phane. They'll sprint to remove it from your jaws and that's half the fun. Cellophane covered in cat spit is a real turn off to the humans. Think of their disgust as a little bonus.
   

Hunt Week - Ham Safe

Mom stands at the doorway, viewing the bounty within. As soon as I hear her in the kitchen, I get very excited as I know she'll be opening the doorway to our hunting ground. Many of you know it as The Ham Safe.

I run from any corner of the house as I join her for the hunt. I can always tell it's her, and not him, by the tentative and joyously slow way she lingers, surveying her possible kill. The cold wind blows through my floof, as I rest my paws on the bottom edge. I catch the smells of all the possibilities.

"You hungry?" She asks.

"Mew! (Yep. How about a snark of ham lunchmeat?)" I reply.

"Nah. Too... meaty. What about cheese?"

"Mew! (Perfect! I prefer the string cheese.)"

She dives down deep into the meat drawer. Her mighty paws thrusting away the rejected options. She holds her prey up to the light. Victory. She places her foot under my belly and unceremoniously drags me gently back from a kill of my own. The door shuts, cutting off my own hunt.

I lament the cruel injustice of it all, as I watch her try to rip into the plastic wrapper like a bear with a picnic basket. Wait, there's still a chance of victory for the small floofy huntress... will she make a drop? Which do you think I want more? The cheese or the wrapper?

Hunt Week - Great White

Hunt Week is here!

Any housecat can tell that it can be challenging to find things to stalk and hunt on "The Inside." Movement is critical for a truly satisfying kill, so I hunt the only acceptable big game in the house - Let's call her The Great White.

The Great White is delightful prey. Sure a tasty bite is always enjoyable, whether it's during a petting session or an occasional nibble on the calf if she takes too long to prepare my meal, but it's the hunt that's the most fun.

I sit poised in the darkened hallway bathroom, waiting to hear the lumbering steps of my prey. I spot my kill as she walk by, tasty white cankles. I run in front of The Great White, startling her and causing her to yelp in surprise. As she continues to walk past me, I throw my front paws around the cankles and hold on tight to try to slow down her progress. A hard bite isn't likely to bring her down, and it's been known to end the game right where it begins, so I resist the urge.

Will she be able to break the hold of my paws of doom? Yes - she breaks free and scurries to the bedroom doorway. The Great White turns to face her furry opponent. I reach up to my full height on my back paws as I hug the doorframe with my front paws. I slide, menacingly, down the doorframe to a pounce position.

"You think you can take me, little cat?" The Great White asks in a mocking tone.

"Mew!" I answer with confidence.

"Let's do this." She says as she darts and weaves toward me her hands waving about.

I make an unexpected break for it, and run through Dad's office. I hear her chuckle as she thinks I've run in defeat, but she has forgotten that the office feeds into the living room and then back to the same hallway which now lays behind her. She is still taunting me, as she waits for a frontal attack, when I leap onto the calf from behind. I flip onto the floor and twist to give some light bunny kicks to the leg.

"You got me!" The Great White squeals in horror. She reaches down and defends herself the only way she can now, a hearty neck scritch. All is forgiven in the happy hunting ground.

If you wanna play just post about hunting anything you like at your place this week. Happy Hunting Friends!