I am woken from a light sleep as a small red creature of some sort whizzes across the room. I open one eye to observe the creature; it appears to be merely a pinprick of red… maybe a bug? It dances across the room, leaping with unearthly agility from chair to wall, wall to lamp, lamp to table.
I slowly rise to my feet and crouch down, watching the insect. I can feel my tail thumping the couch and the noise echoes in my ears in time with the striking of my heart. Watching the creature, I try to imagine the feeling of smashing it under an outreached paw. What would it taste like? Unable to contain my eager excitement any longer, I leap delicately off the couch and slink towards the glowing creature, huddling in a corner. This will be easy prey.
I stoop down next to the creature and sniff curiously. I do not smell anything to signify that the strange little animal exists at all, but yet I can see it plainly with my own eyes. How could that be? This bug is like no other I’ve encountered in my entire career.
With lightning speed, I reach out to capture the creature, but it is quicker. At the moment that it should be trapped under my victorious paw, it is on top of it, illuminating my white fur. Annoyed, I flick the thing off and give my beloved fur a few precautionary swipes with my sandpaper tongue before turning my attention back to the chase.
The insect is still cowering in the corner. I squat down and glare at it, then make another sudden move to catch it. But again, it is too quick and scurries noiselessly up the wall. I leap to catch it, but it dodges by climbing higher. I look at it, trying to calculate wheather or not I can jump high enough to reach it. I decide that if I jump from the arm of the chair next to me, I can reach the animal from the top. As I pounce, the creature climbs even higher up the wall. Eyes still fixed on the red dot, I twist in the air, reaching a desperate paw towards the wall, but have to spin around again in order to land on my feet.
I quake with irrepressible enthusiasm as I watch the animal dance in teasing circles on the ceiling. How can I get it from all the way up there? It is a lost cause, I think to myself, and begin to make my way back towards the couch to continue my nap. But as I am doing so, the creature suddenly appears a few inches in front of me. I freeze.
The creature makes a slow circle around me and I pivot to follow it. The circles speed up and I continue to follow the creature, making frantic grabs with my paws. All is a dizzy blur – the only thing in focus is the little red insect.
Suddenly, the creature disappears. I stop, a little tipsy with dizziness. Where has it gone? I look around – and see it on my tail! Why can’t I feel it? Warily, I twist my body around without moving my tail. I bend my head down towards the insect to nab it in my mouth – when it disappears again!
I growl internally and begin to prowl. The human who has been standing nearby drops something onto the coffee table and leaves the room. Curious, I jump up onto the table and inspect the thing the human deposited. It is a long, slender metal thing with a little lump on one side. I touch the lump and feel it move underneath me. My paw still on the lump, I look around the room.
There, on the wall is the little red creature! I pounce off the table, forgetting about the metal gadget. But when I reach the wall, the creature has disappeared once again! I stalk the room for a little while before a wave of sleepiness hits me. The couch looks so inviting. Why bother with an intangible little animal when there are naps to be had?

