Another Type of 'Hunger Game'?

A couple days ago a bunch of girls were down in the basement happily playing. They were all pretending to be cats. You never heard such purring, meowing, or scratching on carpets. Yes, I was almost physically ill. (It's not so much that I hate cats as much as the fact that I thoroughly detest cats.) (OK, OK....a small confession, our OUTDOOR semi-family cat Ralph Maynard was an exception many decades ago, but he was like one of the family--he ate leftover wheat mush and any other leftovers, both flora and fauna.) Anyway, when I went down later it was just Ally and her friend. I peeked into the bedroom and asked, 'What are you girls doing now?' Ally reached over to an open bag of pretzels and lifted them up for me to see, then happily replied, 'We're using pretzels as our fresh kill!'