The housecat was home all alone – again. After his morning nap he took a stroll to his food bowl to see whether it had filled up by itself, but alas, it had not. He sat next to the window and groomed his long hair. A movement caught his eye. He froze, then with slow, careful, noiseless movements he stalked closer. He paused again. He saw a shadow: a brown field mouse. Careful, closer – but the mouse took off and ran into a gutter before the cat could pounce. Not to worry. It was time for his mid-morning nap, after all.