She rolled around with it, flipped it in the air, twisted and had a very good cat old time - for like, ten minutes. Ewe.
Then when it didn't wiggle back - she was done.
All I could think was "it wiggled and jiggled and giggled inside her..."
(please note: A few weeks ago she killed a beautiful carrier pigeon. You know, the kind that is someones pet. It was marked and a VERY pretty bird. I felt bad. It left A LOT of feathers. And yes, I did think of how poor Bert would feel. You know, from Sesame Street? He would have been devastated. Naughty kitty.)
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