tossed about

There is a local cat where Tawnya lives and she generally is happy to greet you, walking briskly in a kitty manner to accept petting and to rub against you. The last time that I saw her, she was happily playing with something. The something happened to be a previously living thing. She had caught a mole. I could see the small holes in the lawn where she followed then dug up the mole.

Man, was she happy! She was reliving the fight as it never happened. She picked up the mole, tossed it in the air and struck it down. She did this a while, then held it in her mouth. She batted it around the ground like a soccer ball.

Eventually she agreed to come over to see me and rub against me. She gave me about 30 seconds of "love" as it were, then back she went to playing with the long-since dead prey.