The Hunt
She stalks silently on velvet padded feet, thru imaginary hanging vines and lush green
grass.
She gazes raptly at her intended prey.
Her eyes narrow in concentration.
A slight
settling of her hind quarters.
She prepares to attack.
Concentrate!
She leaps and tackles
her goal.
Biting, fighting with all her might.
Holding on for all she is worth!
Tiny, viscious
little growls from deep within her chest.
She subdues her hard won prize!
Oh, sweet success.
She has made her kill.
The twitching tip of her mother's tail.
Tiger
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This page is dedicated to someone very dear to me. Someone who bestowed the very special nickname
of "Kitten" upon me. Thank you, Darlin', and as always, many kisses to you. . . xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxoooooooooooooooxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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