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"What the heck is she doing?" the cat hissed. She glowered up at the human riding that noisy grass cutting contraption and told her, "You do realize you're inhibiting me from doing what I do best which is stalk my prey and pouncing on them until they die of fright."

The human, looking about as bright as the mole the cat had been about to snatch out of its hole, just stared back as if she'd never seen a predator before. Perhaps she hadn't, the cat mused. It might be wise to give this human a lesson on how the world runs in the country. This human had city slicker written all over her cute little designer shorts and tank top.

"Cats catch rodents around here, lady, and it ain't a pretty sight," the cat meowed but it was no use. This human was obviously not bilingual. Imagine such stupidity! And to top it all off she goes around cutting all this wonderful tall grass. What imbecile doesn't know this is the perfect cover for hiding and pursuing varmints?

"Well, what are you doing here? Are you lost, Kitty? Gosh, you are pretty, aren't you? You must be lost. Stray cats are never that pretty," the human said with an insipid smile on her face.

Kitty, did she say? How imaginative! The cat rolled her eyes to the sky. Shows how much this human knows! What in the world did beauty have to do with catching and killing field mice? The cat tried once more knowing it was futile but what else was she to do?

"Yes, human, I know I'm pretty but I'm also a trained killing machine so if you'll leave now I can get on with my work." She gave the human one more contemptuous look and turned back to her stalking.

"Guess you're hunting, huh?" the human said watching her.

"Duh," the cat meowed.

"Well, you can do that all you like. The moles are doing some awful digging in my flowerbeds. I could use a cat around here just as long as you stay outside," the human muttered as she turned the mower back on and left to cut the grass elsewhere.

The cat returned to her stalking but the mole had apparently burrowed itself in deep. Probably scared off by the noise. She shook her head, sighed and thought, "Humans....honestly! They don't even know the harm they do, do they?" Now thoroughly annoyed the cat sauntered off slinking through the tall grass in hopes of stumbling across another mole hole.

The cat didn't really want to return home. That horse farm was full at the moment, of cats unfortunately, not mice. If she wanted a meal she'd have to go where there wasn't as much competition and this field

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