Triumphant Cat

[selenite0]

Last night Karina came downstairs dragging a sock. Not just any sock--one of celticdragonfly's precious hand-knit socks. And she was proud of it. Ever see a nature show with a lion carrying off an antelope, the body dragging between the forelegs? She had it in that hold. With the proud head-high posture too.

celticdragonfly chased her off and rescued the sock, but it took me a while to stop laughing.

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[telophase.livejournal.com]

One of the cats we had growing up was always trying to sneak and steal food. And she never made it* because at her moment of glory, when she was on the counter and had, say, a chicken leg in her mouth, she'd utter a loud meow of triumph. Which alerted us so we could come in and take it away from her. She never learned.

* Except once, when she hid toast in my bed.