The Hunters Three

“There is a beastie there,” Patch thought to herself!

Lamont casting his telepathic powers about heard Patch’s comment. “Hunting alert,” Lamont messaged his sister Paw. “Patch has found a beastie downstairs,” he said in the early hours of the morning. Both dashed downstairs as fast as their cougar cousins.

Downstairs in the kitchen they found Patch, silently twitching in front of the refrigerator. “There?” Lamont and Paw quietly inquired.

“There,” responded Patch with a twitch of her white whiskers. [For those of you who don’t know Patch has white whiskers on one side of her nose and black whiskers on the other side. She is one integrated cat.]

And so they silently positioned themselves in front of the refrigerator and began their patient vigil, occasionally changing positions but never taking their eyes of the bottom of the refrigerator. Like the mighty Sphinx they crouched ready to pounce upon their prey at any instant.

Human servant Mewreen came downstairs to her recliner for morning meditations. The intent cats merely gave her a glance and continuing their arduous watch.

Later human servant Meugh came stumbling downstairs. His glasses were on his nose but at that time of day they might as well have been painted black for all he could see.

He stumbled to his recliner and stared and GMA Mewreen was watching. Mureen said to him, “they’re hunting.” So Meugh got up and looked around the corner and spied the three felines intent upon the refrigerator bottom. “Ummm,” he grunted.

“Do you know what type of beastie is there?” asked Lamont of Patch.

“I’m not sure. Could be mouse, could be a bug, could be a snake in the grass; nope, no grass. Could be a tiny elephant. Who knows,” replied Patch. “But there is a beastie there for sure. Her siblings nodded assent.

“A varmint might have snuck up from the dungeon,” speculated Lamont. “It’s a dark and scary place and I’m sure full of beasties despite that exterminator who comes every so often.”

“Could be,” commented Paw. “It also might be a beastie from another plane of existence. We cats can see those the human can’t.”

“Shhh,” intoned Patch. Though smallest in stature, Patch exudes powerful hunting instincts and prowess.

And so they sat for hours on end staring intently at the bottom of the refrigerator. Every now and then one, usually Patch would sneak in between the cupboards and the refrigerator for a closer look and then retreat to stand watch with her companions.

“Perhaps a tiny bear,” offered Paw.

“No likely,” responded Lamont, “I think they are still hibernating.

“I think it might be a space bug,” ventured Patch. I know they are uncommon in these parts, but it might explain its patience that seems to match our own.”

The human servants came and went having their breakfast, doing their morning oblations. But the cats ignored them and kept a steadfast watch. The stalwart hunters three they stood in silent watch for beastie movement for hour on end.

“Oh Bast,” exclaimed Lamont at long last. “This is getting boring, let’s check out the humans and get a little petting and attention. And they did. But one assumes they kept the hunting antennae on alert.