The Pounce Heard 'Round the World 3/11/15)

Emily loves her boxes. She likes them sideways, upside down, straight up, with paper in them, without paper in them -- basically if it is a box, she wants something to do with it. She can regularly be found hanging out in one of the two local boxes: "The Baker's Box" and "The Big Box." The Baker's Box is located at "street level," what she calls it when the box is on it's side, and is the perfect hiding/hanging/playing place. The Big Box, is an entirely different story. The Big Box is a high rise, Emily's term for a box whose opening points straight up. This is a box better suited to napping/resting. To get into and out of The Big Box she must not only leap over the side of the box but also the box-top-flaps.

As a supremely agile "coiled spring of liquid muscle, " (her words, not mine, but hey, it's not like I disagree) she is more than equal to the task. Just today, after enjoying a nap in The Big Box, she sat up, looking regally over the edge and noticed that there was something moving on the ground across the room. This kind of realization could be dealt with in two ways. 1) "Oh, isn't that something that is happening. I wonder what that is. Hmm. Fascinating. I think I will go back to sleep now." 2) "WHAT IS THAT!?! What is it doing in my territory? Oh, this is the last straw. Alright, I'm coming over there and so help me if it is an ant or a centipede or a mouse or, well, if it is anything that is not only the pre-approved animal guest list (spoiler alert, that is just me and the humans) then it is getting taken down. Boom! Pouncing time." As you probably guessed, Emily is not the kind of cat to go back to sleep once something has aroused her suspicions. She launches herself out of the box easily clearing both box top and box flappy thing to land on the floor, ready to investigate. If ever there was an event best viewed in Slow Mo, this is it.