This ball mocks me.
Dangling out of reach, twitching in mid air. Occasionally it drops low enough to capture, but the moment I jump it hurtles beyond my outstretched claws.
Sometimes it errs. It moves too slow. I sense blood! I sink my teeth into it, rake it with my claws, deprive it of breath, shake it to what can only be its certain demise.
But it never dies. Moments later it returns to mid air, twitching like nothing happened.
It’s a zombie ball that can only be killed with fire. I have no fire. So the mocking continues.