Lilly-Bug

I let her back inside and she made a few sounds to let me know that she is hungry...nay, starving! I ignore her because it is not yet time to eat, and she flops herself dejectedly onto the floor next to her food dish. She looks at it longingly and pitifully stretches out her paws to reach for it....her last hope gone as Life slowly seeps out of her being - she barely reaches it with the tip of her paw. WHOA!! What is that!??!?! Her tail flicks into the air and she catches the motion with the corner of her eye......POOF! she is now chasing her tail! Food dish forgotten, and her tail is now her prey. An ant crawls aimlessly across the floor, unaware that danger lurks only a few feet away (miles to the little ant). POUNCE! She laps up the ant in one swoop, and it is now no more. She gallops over to the window and looks out. There is that mangy little fox who cries every night outside the window. 'WAAAOOOOWW! WAAAAOOOW!!' he screams every night around 2am. If you have never heard a fox scream for its lost love at 2am, it is an eerie cry. It is like a ghost, paler than most foxes, and flits from garden to garden, and bounds off of fallen trees, turning corners and looking in nooks and crannies - it's shadow frightening it into the middle of the yard...some invisible force cracks its whip and the frightened little crying fox scurries away and through the fence. She watches the fox as he stands on a log just outside the window - sniffing the air with his face in the wind. She is curious about the fox, but perhaps she would not like to meet him after all. She is shy anyway....