I could see it lying there. Playing dead. But I knew… I knew it was playing. I saw it move, I am sure, just as I peeked out from around the corner.
My mom didn’t realize the danger she was in. She was standing there, with that amused look on her face, like what I was doing was funny. Like that thing wouldn’t eat her if it got the chance. But it wouldn’t get that chance; I’d make sure of that.
Quietly now… got a good grip on the carpet… got those muscles ready to spring… don’t look away…
NOW ! I leapt into action, pouncing on the beast with my full weight. I gripped its body in my teeth, intent on shaking the life out of it, then threw it against the cabinet.
Then—disaster! My paws were slipping on the slick kitchen floor! I couldn’t get forward movement! Was I to utterly fail in the defense of my family and home?
Finally, I shot forward. I wasn’t expecting to slam into the very cabinet I had thrown the beast into.
My mom laughed. “Why do I buy you toys if you love twist ties so much, kitty-cat?”