"There she is! Grab her!"
"Come back here!" (insert cat meee-ooowww here)
"I almost got her that time!"
"Mom? Why does the cat always run away when I chase her?"
"Mommy why does the cat always run away when I squeeze her?"
"Hey mom? Why won't the cat let me sit on her?"
"Mom, can I bring the cat into the bathtub with me?"
Oh, poor felines in the Dickinson house. How I do weep for you. There was a time in life when you knew peace and calm. When you did not know the quick thud of chasing feet. When you were not quarry to the prey fast behind you.