Don't F*ck with Jeanie

The insane little killer just cornered and caught another large fly. The fly didn't stand a chance. As soon as it flew into the lower left corner of the left window after dodging Jeanie's Air Leap Attack at the right window it was doomed. She went in for the kill- thrashing her furry snout and snapping her teeth until the fly was silent. She walked away with a triumphant glint in her eyes. When she settled in front of me I gave her a disgusted look of approval. It was over. A job well done. Ha! Little did I know. She looked away from me and dropped something from her mouth. The "something" was the dizzied fly. She watched as the fly drunkenly staggered across the carpet until it was far enough from her, and she pounced. She did this over and over again, and at times my breath stopped as she seemed to have lost track of it and was inching further and further away from her. No, don't get it fly away! But it didn't. I looked closer. Was the fly... missing its wings? What a mafiaic act! Jeanie moved the fly between her paws and let it go again, only to swat at it and then SNAP! I was sure it was a goner. But no, I saw the black speck on the carpet again and Jeanie played nibble with it until she was bored. A dramatic ending to a poop-eating life. Well, at least it got a tribute out of it.