...and I just happened to have the cardboard boxes I use for feeding out on the table. And she slithered past them, and then around them, and then around them again... and then climbed up them and inside the top one and settled down to wait. And when I peered in at her she craned her head up at me with a little tilt like: So where's the mouse?
I'm in my box. Produce the mouse already.
And then she stayed there for a half hour, until I finally broke down and thawed her a darn mouse.
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