So, last week, we had one of those nasty looking translucent brown crickets come in. Shadow found it, just inside the back door of the kitchen (between the utility room and the kitchen), and was playing with it. She had her head cocked all the way to one side, the cricket on the floor between her front paws. Eyes dilated to the point where all you saw was black, with a thin rim of amber gold. And then, she gently poked the cricket in the butt, just to see it jump. She was very, very careful not to harm the funny jumping bug.
Then Cricket, the cat, got scared half to death of something in the living room, tore through the kitchen, and ran over Shadow...squishing her funny jumping bug in the process.
Shadow's head crooked the other way, her pupils shrank, her ears laid back...and she went after Cricket. She chased her all through the house, running on her hind feet only while she beat the thunder out of Cricket with her front paws. I have never, in my life, seen a cat chase and beat another cat like that: running only on the hind paws while giving alternate slaps around the head and ears with the front paws. Slow, hard slaps that actually knocked Cricket half off her feet a couple of times.
All over a nasty, wet-looking brown cricket that Shadow thought the most marvelous funny jumping bug she'd ever found to play with.
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