Tuesday, 5 January 2010

Crouching kitty, hidden danger

I crouch, waiting.

As I ponder the meaning of the universe and it's relation to the amount of food I can get out of my human cohabitants I hear the steady whirring I've been waiting for. I sit, like a statue, willing the freezing pedaller closer.... closer.

At the optimum moment I spring forth with a yowl, inches from the cyclist's front wheel.

I pause, revelling in the screech of brakes and the loud whoop of fright from the lycra-clad victim.

Once she has fishtailed to an exciting stop on the ice I saunter off and flick my tail. Ha!

I am the kamikaze kitteh.

1 comment:

  1. well now, that's just mean. it's scary on the ice!