Live prey?

I was excited, earlier.

I spotted a fly on a window ledge.

I haven't seen a fly in ages.

I waited.

I stared up at it.

I stared, and stared, and stared.

I slowly moved closer, stooped low, with my belly touching the floor.

I swished my tail.

I got right up close to it, wiggled my bum... and jumped up.

I got it!

I started batting it with my paws ... then realised it wasn't trying to get away.

It was already dead. It was an old fly that had been dead for ages, just lying on that ledge.

I hate this time of year. No live prey.