A kitty adopted us a month ago, and we’re starting to see how his wheels turn. This morning, he gets into his hunting pose. He’s looking under the bed, moves up a half step, ears up, locked on to something. I’m thinking that I can’t imagine what’s under there. I don’t hear anything (but I’m only a human), but just as he lunges under the bed I realize the only thing under there is YARN!!! He dashed in and out and took off for the stairs with a pink ball of yarn in his mouth.