Oh, if only I had been able to videotape Bonita as she stalked the elusive apron that I had tossed over the rocking chair when I stuck the cake in the oven and ran out to vote before the polls closed. Never mind that the apron wasn't actually going anywhere...that's the beauty of visual impairment! Stationary objects are twice as fun!
She approached it slowly, took a few swipes at the dangling tie, then reared back on her hind legs, paws curled at chin level like a boxer (I think that is my favorite Bonita pose). Then, a pounce, and another rearing, boxer-crossed-with-Lipizzan moment, then a furtive sneaking up on it from underneath the rocking chair and batting at it through the chair rungs. Finally, back into the open, going in with both paws and yes! getting a tie firmly between the teeth. The apron never knew what hit it. The fearless huntress, teeth clenching the apron tie, dragged the hapless thing off the rocking chair...and onto the floor, where she proceeded to lie on it. Whew. I'm exhausted just thinking about it.
I just realized that the apron has cats all over it, which just makes the whole thing even funnier. I'm sure she has no idea. Because, you know, she basically has no idea about anything...
