Thgis morning, I was lying on the bed. Bucky was near my feet.

All of a sudden, a black streak zooms into the room, leaps up onto the
end of the bed, and swat!swat!swat! slaps Bucky. Then the black streak
disappeared.

In a few moments, Dulce Mae nonchalantly swaggers around the corner of
the bed, makes a dignified jump onto my side of the bed, then cuddles
up against me. I look at her, and ask if she saw the attack streak.

She just looks at me with wide, innocent eyes and says she has no idea
what I'm talking about, and that it wasn't HER.

I mention that she is the only black cat in the house, but she turns
over and offers me her tummy. How could I possibly not believe her?

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark