Recently, Lesa Cox wrote in, "I was very amused by your story about the late-night catnip party. We had a similar thing happen with a fur-covered mousie toy. We were up almost all night with cats playing, and if I tried to find it to put it away, it disappeared. So I gather the mouse toys up around 7 pm now, or we will have the 'mousie moment' party."
Don't you love it that sometimes your cats get really wild? They'll grab that fur mouse by the back of the neck and shake it until it's "dead." They'll carry their "prey" around in their mouth, roaring like a little tiger until you acknowledge their prowess. They'll get into such a frenzy pouncing on the fishing pole toy that their skin twitches, or they'll jump and twist in the air to chase a feather on a string.
I love it that my cats are dignified and domesticated, sitting regally next to me on the couch or meticulously grooming between each toe. But I also love their wild side -- those mousie moments -- when they are all predator. Their joy in those moments is so pure, it makes me joyful too.
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