Mr. Boe has made the leap from cat toys to more interesting prey.
First, he stole one of these
from off Sair's plate with great sneakiness and skill, carried it off in triumph and killed it thoroughly — complete with growls.
But that was too easy.
Becoming bored, he took off outside into the night, returning shortly with wild game.
or maybe more like:
Grasshopper was lots of fun, but I'm mean.
He was willing to share the game; after all he brought the beastie in to us, but I went and scooped it up in a cup and tossed it outside again.
He was watching closely, though, and my little attempt ats slight of hand accomplished nothing.
Grasshopper and kitteh both ended up back out in the night.
When I went to get Boe in before bed he was out front with either the same one, or another.
Again I played spoilsport and interferred with the game.
Grasshopper went free, and kitten came in.
So this afternoon when he brought in a new, fresher friend, all I had to do was start to get out of my chair before he gave me a reproachful look, snatched up his find, and ran off with it.
He still likes me, but I simply do not play fair.