Growing up quickly, I had to give up many of my earlier dreams and hobbies. I used to always enjoy the rush of a good hunt. My slender frame and excellent reflexes always helped me when chasing down my prey. Having a litter of kittens may have slowed me down a bit and I wondered if I even had the energy anymore.

I had only a taste of what my other felines have shared stories about. Having my precious fur balls  changed my priorities really fast, but I wouldn’t change it for a moment. I still, though, daydream of the thrill of the hunt, of being out there catching a new adventure.

Now that my little ones have begun venturing around and exploring their new world in this cozy room, I find myself with a little more free time to myself. Phew! Nursing five little ones sure is tiring!

When I’m not busy catching up on rest, I have been searching for a little fun myself. Just the other day, Mr. Man arrived with a wild feather stick and I couldn’t believe my eyes!

 

I must hunt and catch this thing!

I knew he was teasing and taunting me, but I couldn’t contain my excitement. The slippery hardwood proved very challenging for good traction and quick movements.

I slid across the floor again and again. Around and around I spun. Everything started spinning! I hadn’t done that many circles since I first discovered my own tail!

Gosh he was good. I could only grab a taste of it on my tongue. The long thin feather strands whipped past my nose. I pawed and snapped my teeth.

After a long while with of no success, I decided to try another tactic: my subtle disinterested approach. I paused and laid down, acting tired and winded. Just as I looked the other way, I could sense its presence just behind my ears.

Snap!

With a quick turn of my head I clenched my teeth tightly around its feathery body. Success! I squeezed hard and remembered the first rule of a successful catch. Never let go.