Thimble stuffed his front end into the cat tent. He doesn't fit completely anymore, but he got into it up to his middle. And like he often does, just stayed there.
Colby had recently been drive-by pounced upon in such a way as flipped him head over heels, and he noticed Thimble "blind" inside the cat tent with much glee. He came running in that crouched way cats do, across the living room, and leaped upon the tent (and Thimble).
Thimble yanked himself out of the tent and looked around in affronted startlement. I was stifling laughter and not succeeding, as I pointed out to him that he did have it coming.
Colby had stayed where he landed, right next to the tent. He would have been on the tent but Thimble had moved the tent out from under Colby when he'd backed out of it so suddenly.
Thimble got a gleam in his eye and with all innocence, launched himself back into the tent. And incidentally, pouncing on Colby through the closed end of the tent.
Colby bounced straight up in the air and then back across the living room, to eye the tent with much distrust. I swear I could hear Thimble giggling. (No, not really.)
And here's the thing I find really amazing. Thimble set this whole thing up. He knew he'd ticked off Colby earlier--I don't think he meant to startle Colby so badly that he went head over heels. He knows Colby doesn't usually start things unless Colby feels safe. So Thimble made himself vulnerable in order to let Colby pounce on him with impunity.
Of course, Thimble, despite his best efforts, is still a kitten, and couldn't resist continuing the game ... but Colby didn't have to stay there, either.
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