It all started out as a typical Caturday yesterday. Z-Girl fed us on time and then hustled out of the house earlier than normal, for a weekend. She says she will write about that experience tomorrow. Which is good, because I want to tell my story today.
Somewhere in the mid-afternoon, Z-Girl noticed me focused on a UFO (Unidentified Flying Object). I was fascinated. It was whizzing about, so I had to follow.
From the dresser to the bed, up in the air with a big twist I jumped. Thought I had it with one of my two-paw clasps, but it escaped.
So I started calling, "come here, little fly!" Although all Z-Girl heard was my meow, I was in full communication with the flying menace. Of course, this tipped off the rest of the cats in the Warehouse apartment, and from there it was a melee.
Anyway, the fly toyed with Valentina for a few minutes, and then zoomed over to my windows.
From there on, I decided not to talk. It seemed like he knew his minutes were numbered. Z-Girl turned her attention away from me, and when she came back I was asleep in my bed, perched beside the window.
And I'll never reveal if I caught and killed it, but I can tell you--he's not flying around the Warehouse apartment anymore.