It was quiet, but I knew something was hiding. The silence was perfect because I would be able to hear the critter move. I crawled my old body painfully further under the wild ferns. I grinned. The wild thing would soon be mine. A black foot padded by, only five feet away. I heard its fur brush against dry leaves.
“Not quite as sneaky as me, are you?” I inched forward just a bit more, very close to the striking position I knew I needed to be in.
I wiggled the fingers on my extended hand just a little. Enough to be noticed but not enough to frighten. Curiosity was my best weapon to catch a cat. A light pounce and a victorious meow, plus new scratches on my fingers, told me the cat thought it had won.