There are precious few things the monsters can really hunt in the apartment. Receipt tape. Toes. Each other.
But the water coming from the faucet will keep those cats busy as long as I’m willing to let it run. Every *whump* that emits from the sink lets me know that they’re both occupied. They’re trying to hunt water. They’re very cute.
I can sit there with my camera for hours, making aw-you’re-so-sweet noises and snapping away happily. They grow increasingly determined to catch the water, to eat it all up. It’s frustrating when they can’t, and when the calculated lunges turn into aggravated splashing, that’s when the water gets turned off, and everyone gets a treat for having a successful hunt.
Somewhere in between, there are moments of intense focus, especially on the part of Elephant. (Moose gives up faster, and tends to stick his head under and let the water run down his cheeks. He’s a little left-of-center, that one.) Normally, she looks like a small, fuzzy ink-spot. But this particular afternoon, I caught her, in all her evil glory… in the middle of The Hunt.