..."dejá-vu", all over again

[this is eerily similar to an experience I had while living in Chicagoland,
almost 40 years ago... I told that story in "gifts of the Meow-guys", my 4th post from 9/21/07...so this is in memory of Max, hunter extraordinaire...]




Piglet LOVES to sleep the day away outside in the garden...
sometimes, however, the mighty huntress decides to enliven my life with her "prey"...

recently, I was gifted with a quite dead bean seedling...
& a dried trumpet vine flower...

the scene is always the same...
Pigs hops inside, singing her,"look what I caught" song...
and then dropping "it" on my bed as a gift...

while she presents herself to be petted and adored for her feats of gallantry...
all the while meowing her,"I am SO brave & clever" song....

today, the entrance was the same...the song, the strut...
the "see how great I am" monologue...
so I praised her for the dried blossom I thought she'd brought in...

but her inattention to the blossom...
and continuing unrest focused me in another direction...

then I saw it...



clutched under her paws, a b-i-g GREEN grasshopper...
that managed to keep eluding her, causing her to pounce...
this went on for a while, then it jumped off the bed...
and she went after it...

as she hopped back up on the bed, sans grasshopper...
I had a moment of wondering if I'd ever see it again...

then I felt something on my foot, climbing up my leg...

I tried to show it to Mz Huntress...
who misunderstood my intentions & fled...
leaving me to steel myself, capture the critter off my leg...
and release it out the window...

presently, Piglet returned, searching for her prey...
and finding it nowhere to be seen...
flopped down on the bed, muttering to herself...
and was soon asleep...

no doubt dreaming of grasshoppers...

I'm just glad she only found one...
[read the 9/21/07 post...]

cats...