Thursday, December 06, 2012 @ 10:59 PM
We're prowling.

Indeed, we're on the prowl.

Yet again.

Always at the same time. Give or take 30 minutes. And then the hunt is on.

Our territory is set. But once in a while we do venture out. Sometimes a little, sometimes a lot. And if it brings us to someone else's territory, the competition is on.

And so we prowl.

Unlike others, we rely simply on one of our senses. Wait, was that supposed to be two? No, I kinda let my nose take the lead once in a while too when deciding the hunting ground. So it's three..no wait, hmmmm...

It doesn't matter. The females in the pack override my decision most of the time anyway. And it's always a good idea to satisfy their fickle wants. You do not survive as the sole male in a pack by provoking the females all the time.

Or do you?

There! I see a loop hole! A gap! A weakness to be exploited and pounced on!

What's this? There are so many more on the prowl too?!

Unacceptable. The habitat has been too fertile lately. We're inundated with each other, you'd think there was no limit to how large our population can grow.

And be sustained.

Aha! Another one! Intercept! Dart in! Get outta my way! Pounce pounce pounce!!!

THE GLORY IS MINE!!!

What's this...? A packet of tissue paper?

HOW IS A PACKET OF TISSUE PAPER A SYMBOL OF OWNERSHIP TO THIS VACATED TABLE?!