The Evil Stove Monster

The other night as we were getting ready for bed Dave went down to the kitchen to get a glass of water and was gone for an indorinately long time.  He looked very grumpy when he returned and told me it was the cat's fault he was gone so long.  He found her staring intently under the stove, her butt in the air flicking her tail back and forth.  Boo's been known to have been a good hunter in her younger days, once even trapping a baby squirrel in my step-mom's shoe so Dave decided to investigate. He got a flashlight and joined Boo on the floor.  So there they were, butts in the air staring intently under the stove together.  They searched and searched for the evil stove monster and came up empty.  A whole lot of nothing.  I'm pretty sure this is the part where my cat fell over laughing at the dumb human who she tricked into searching for things where really there was nothing.
Now whenever I ask Dave where Boo is he says, "She's protecting us from the kitchen."  Not that he's bitter or anything.