Tiny focuses the evil eye on her prey, a green superball she plucked out of her superball bowl just after breakfast this morning. Our royal blue, toasty warm L.L. Bean winter jacket hung on a chair (left) and green ties of Tuck's fab diningroom chair covers frame her fearful symmetry.
When we tossed the ball back in her direction, she did the playing-for-time batting-the-prey thing.
Finally she lunged, going for the jugular.