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Me, softly: "Bug."

Perrine, as she leaps to her feet and bounds over: "eeee-i?"

She then proceeded to run right past where the fly had landed, turn around, and look at me with an, "all right then, where?" expression on her face. *sigh* She'd been chasing it enthusiastically earlier -- every so often she'd lose track of it and look to me for guidance (but I wasn't doing even as well as she was at tacking it as it flew into and out of shadows) -- but then it had disappeared for a while and she got me to throw toys for her until she'd burned off some of the nervous energy from an unsatisfying hunt.

I kept trying to show her where the fly was. I tried pointing cat-style, pointing dog-style, pointing human-style, and picking her up and setting her down facing the fly, but she didn't interpret any of these as answers to the question, "bug where?".

I love my cat, but we do need to work on the communication thing. At least as far as it applies to cooperative hunting.