Cat\’s Eye View

The people I adopted,  I call ‘em Ma and Da, live in a big ol’ apartment on the ground floor of a two story house. And, we get the basement too.

Sometimes, it’s kind of funny because I can hear the kitties upstairs running over my head or smell them when their people walk past the front foor, but mostly it’s like having the whole house to myself. Ma and da don’t let me outside and they used to be really picky about letting me in the basement, but Dr. Kim told ‘em it was mostly okay. So, I get to hunt down there whenever I want.

Da says the basement is unfinished and full of mold and other icky things. I’ve never seen a mold, but I do know that it is full of crickets. They are big brown ones with furry legs. Ma calls them cave crickets and says she hates them. So, being a loving girl, I try to remember to bring her one every day.

Last year, I thought I had hunted them to extinction, but they came back in the spring. I was okay with that, ’cause a girl needs to hunt sometimes and we never get any mousies. ma says its cause the mousies smell me and run away. Dang it!

Anyway, the proper way to hunt a cricket is to sneak downstairs when your people are sleeping or busy. You find the cricket and chase him around for a bit downstairs to tire him out. Then, when you get bored teasing him, or if you hear soemone moving upstairs, hold the cricket gently in your mouth and carry them upstairs.

This part takes practice and the first fews times, the cricket wouldn’t play anymore once we got upstairs. Stupid cricket!

Anyway, if you don’t squish him in your mouth on the way upstairs, you can turn him lose again, preferably near your people and bare feet. I always have bare feet, but Ma sometimes puts extra fur on her feet. You should wait until she takes those off.  Leaving the cricket in the bathroom floor at night is always fun and good for a yell.

Today, I put the cricket under my water dish. This takes talent as you lift the plastic edge of the bowl with one foot, like you are marking the dish, and then spit the cricket underneath. Ma found him when she got my morning water.

I giggled all morning long!

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