Alas Poor Earwig, I Knew You Well

After the Old Guy got over the shock of seeing me standing on top of the cat gate, he came into the garage for our evening ritual. After my brushing I pranced around the garage and wouldn't let him pick me up. Then, to my surprise, a wild animal went running across the garage floor. Well, it didn't run very fast but it sure was interesting. I crouched down and pounced, then I batted, then I danced, then I batted, then I fained disinterest, then I attacked. This went on for about 10 minutes until the wild animal just lay there. The Old Guy called it an Earwig. I called it snack.