Outside, having a cigarette, the cat sits beside me when a jackrabbit bounces up.
It's spring and the neighborhood is saturated with animals pairing off, the other day a mallard and drake couple were soliciting breadcrumbs on my front step, something rather romantic about their engagement that invited my blessing, the cat lurking behind the screen door, somehow mistaking my lures as baiting for her benefit....
When they met her they stopped coming around. Still, for a few days they were good company.
Anyways, outside, having a cigarette with my cat when up bounds a jackrabbit.
Now the rabbits, they're everywhere, and this is a fair-sized hare, the cat lays her ears low and begins to stalk him.
The hare, he's not afraid, not of me, not of her, and continues to nibble the grass on the lawn as she stalks him.
She's ambitious.
She hangs out and continues the charade for only a minute or two after I've finished, somehow she's realized that a hare is a different piece of work than a mouse or a sparrow, and abandoning her hunt joins me inside.