Last week I was watching one of my cats as she attempted to bring down a fly in our kitchen. The paws would make occasional contact and her eyes would dart after the pest until after a few good swats the thing ended up on the floor. With both paws she covered the fly and got down close to examine it ( most likely with the intent of eating it). She seemed incredibly excited with the potential for triumph.
Unfortunately for her she lifted a paw to eyeball her prize and the fly took off.
That's what drawing is like for me sometimes and right now that fly is crawling on the ceiling and I'm too tired to jump for it. I need to wait till it gets tired as well.