Conversations with my cat

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*Silently, the jungle Panther stalks across the bed, hunting the unknown. Focused, attentive, nothing gets past his watchful eye. He pauses, sniffing the blanket before him and the gentle slope rising and falling just a step or two away. Could there be some fouls beast waiting, just on the other side?  Could this be the day he, at last, finds a challenge worthy of his strength and power?  He sniffs once.  Twice.  There are no new scents on the wind this night.  Sensing no danger, he takes first one, and then a second, tentative step forward, then steps over the hump-*

*twitches leg*

*LEAPS TWO FEET INTO THE AIR*

*LAUGHS UNTIL HE IS UNABLE TO BREATHE*

“GODDAMMIT THAT’S NOT FUNNY!”

“Oh, yes it is.  It really is.”