Gazing out the kitchen window early morning, Tiny spies an intruder.
Our camera missed The Decisive Moment when the enemy first came into view and she did that "chattering" thing cats do when they see something out of reach whose jugular they'd like to go for.
Cat's-eye view of the interloper, a black-and-white feline having a drink of melted snow atop the garage roof. All-time-fave blogpost "Baby is my co-pilot" comes to mind.
Unable to access the true object of her territorial-imperative reflex, she displaces her rage onto a catnip toy and then, below, a pine cone plucked from the remnants of the Christmas Centerpiece, AKA the Kitty Play Center.
Ah. Revenge is sweet.
Update: Lots more sweetness and light at Carnival of the Cats #260 hosted by Cece of Mind of Mog.