I grabbed Hugo and pulled him over to me to try to get him a bit closer to Ray. My nervous Nellie struggled briefly, I told him to sit and stay, then realized I was talking to a cat and laughed at myself. I was hanging around the hound dog waaaaaay too much.
While I was struggling to control my cat, I glanced briefly at Ray to make sure he wasn't ready to pounce again. Ray had lifted his head from the floor and was 'looking' in our direction. Grasped in his mouth was Moonie's "birdie." He had a look on his face like "Here kitty, kitty, kitty. Come and get your birdie." I wasn't sure if he was trying to tempt Hugo to come and play or tempt him to come and get eaten.
I laughed out loud, wishing I had my camera, and let Hugo go. He beat feet to under the bed where he flopped over and pretended to not care that there was a dog in his room. I tried to coax him out, but Hugo was convinced I was firmly in the enemy camp and trying to kill him and stayed put. I gave up, got my hound to his feet, and exited the cat room hooking the hook firmly in the eye as we left the room.