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It was a beautiful bright day - we all were outside. I mowed the lawn, Volker washed the cars, Puschel supervised us from the terrace, Tientje was fighting the hose and She was hunting.
Successful as always, She brought a fat rat today - the Arnold Schwarzenegger under the rats...Fortunately it was dead already. The weather was mild and nice and there was no need to keep the 'toy' alive...
So She took the rat into the living-room, with her head raised up proudly and with elastic moves. Puschel left the terrace to have a look at the rat, Tientje saw when She arrived and moved to the living-room as well.
We have a very big living-room - a soccer-field for our cats - and the game began: Tientje was the forward, She the defense, Puschel the linesman. The attack came from the right to the left, the ball, well the rat, flew over the playground, followed by Tientje and She - conscientiously watched by Puschel, who took care that nobody was fouled. The forward had a very good position (under the easy chair, lying on his back with 3 paws hooked to the chair to move quickly in case of need) and maneuvered the ball from left to right.
Ooops, the ball got out of his reach and the defender She took over elegantly. Moving the ball from right to left she passed the playground - linesman Puschel had to step aside quickly - and yeeesssss! Goooooaaaaaalllll!!! 1:0 for She. Tientje was very disappointed and went outside to kill a dandelion. Well, without Tientje it was half the fun for She and she went outside for hunting again. Meanwhile I disposed the ball professionally. 
Now the heroes are resting: Puschel on the bed, Tientje on my desk and She on the sofa...
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