A Message from Cody-Bear: Hunting

I like to hunt.

As an indoor cat, 

I don't have as many opportunities as I would like.

Therefore, I am not picky.

Sure, mice are ideal but I will take flies, spiders, & ants.

But, today, I found a big, juicy cockroach.

I had him in my mouth when I came to show Mom.

I don't think she realized my prize 

because she scooped me up to give me a big mushy hug.

I was not having it, I mean, I was in predator-mode --

nothing like a cuddle from Ma to kill your buzz.

So, I squirmed out of her arms and as soon as she put me down

I spit him out. 

I hadn't gone for the kill yet {saving that for later}

so he starting running about.

Mom was totally uncool about this whole hunting situation.

She squealed and ran crazily around {stupid}.

I put my prey back in my mouth and got in full view of Mom

{I was showing off for her and she kept running away!}

Once in the middle of the room, I started batting him about,

playing with him before ending his life.

Just when I was going for the kill,

Mom took a honker of a book and 
SPLAT! 

laid him out flat. 

Nothing could have ticked me off more!

I had worked hard for that bug --

I don't get a lot of action these days;

and this, well, this was just awesome.

And there she goes, flattening my prize.

I didn't give up though.

After Mom left for the day, 

I got that little guy out from under there

and {pretended that I} killed him.

It wasn't until Dad got home that the cockroach disappeared.