The Dust Fluff Ambush

I stalked low across the rug, eyes locked on a round, gray ball of fuzz trembling near the edge of the dark sofa. It tried to evade me with the air current, but my sickle claw struck first. I pinned it hard against the floor, snapping my jaws shut to assert dominance over the dust creature. It didn't fight back at all. Disappointing, but satisfactory territory defense. I nudged it under the dark gap with my snout to keep as a trophy.