Pounce

The instinct is too strong--you can't help but pounce at whatever's moving just beyond the fallen curtains. As you surge forward, paws--hands!--grabbing at the silk, you feel your prey slip away, the voice of the blonde girl gasping playfully.

The suspect stirring disappears, and you go still and silent as you crouch low to the floor, wide eyes watching for any hint of movement beyond the gossamer veil surrounding you. A soft noise slides over the curtains to your left, and that hunter's instinct lights up anew as you focus on pinpointing the source. You prepare yourself, wiggling your tail as you see the pink silk pressed down a couple feet away, a shadow darkening the surface, and then suddenly you pounce once more.

You grasp something solid through the drapery, hearing a delighted giggle as it wiggles in your clutches, easily slipping away between the layers of soft silk. You pursue it relentlessly, pouncing upon it yet again, only to be frustrated by its repeated escape. As you slow down, stalking through the jungle of drapery, the thing taunting you brushes the ceiling one more time, and you leap upon it with even greater persistence.

You wrap your paws around it tight, and hear a high-pitched cry as something comes falling down over you outside the cave of curtains. The veil is pulled away as you wrestle with the limb in the silk, the bright room visible once again as you roll on the floor, clawing and biting...