She hunkered down and sniffed. There it was. She leaped up and forward and
landed on top of it. It struggled ferociously and again went flying, but her
keen eyes saw it
land again and she snuck up and pounced again, ever the great hunter.
She heard the master call so she stopped, sat up and cleaned her paws.
Hunting was so messy.
She heard the Kibble bag rattle. Ah, dinnertime! She left the bedraggled
catnip mouse under the chair and sauntered off to eat.
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