Minnie found an old cache of stuffed animals and was attracted to this furry seal. She grabbed it off the second floor and brought it down to the living room where she proceeded to practice her hunting skills.
Ok, right this minute, Minnie came downstairs with this skein of yarn. Look at her, sitting a short distance from it as if denying her involvement in the theft.
She's like a toddler. Right now I hear her behind the loveseat tearing into left over tissue paper from one of Chickee's birthday presents.
I'll have to get a photo of Charlie observing quietly from a safe distance. If he were to make the bell around his neck jingle, Minnie would leave her current toy and pounce on him.