Stalking

She stalks the night, looking for any movement, sensitive to any scent. The smell of lavender is strong here, masking the earlier citrus smells. She'd heard something guttural earlier, once and again, then a heavy shifting movement, then nothing.

She catches a slight movement up and to her right in the streaming moonlight. A second twitch, and she sees it, white and rounded, lit brightly in the dimness.

She nears, crouching. A third twitch and she sprang, fangs bared, claws extended.

A shriek reverberates throughout the room, and she sails, colliding with the wall.

"That's my toe, you stupid cat!"