Of our two cats, Snark (whose picture adorns this posting) is the Mighty Hunter and Boo is Mighty Lounger. A Snark used to jump up onto the apartment balcony divider and roam the connected rooftops from our 2nd floor apartment. About once every two years, Snark would catch a young turtledove who hadn't learned to be cautious. Boo was strictly a balcony critter, but would look proprietarily proud of Snark's catches. We were never fooled. :-)
Boo used to be quiet a fly-catcher, but as she got older and more sedentary, the fly-catching faded into fly-interest and finally into "what? what? what are you trying to show me?" She still gets a little wiggy over the occasional moth, though.
A previous generation of cats, years ago in Boston, used to catch june bugs and eat them on the kitchen floor-- at least, eat half of any given june bug. The sound of a cat eating a june bug is definitely one of the grosser sounds of the universe. Crunch sqursh chaw chaw chaw chack... eeeewwwwww.
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Of our two cats, Snark (whose picture adorns this posting) is the Mighty Hunter and Boo is Mighty Lounger. A Snark used to jump up onto the apartment balcony divider and roam the connected rooftops from our 2nd floor apartment. About once every two years, Snark would catch a young turtledove who hadn't learned to be cautious. Boo was strictly a balcony critter, but would look proprietarily proud of Snark's catches. We were never fooled. :-)
Boo used to be quiet a fly-catcher, but as she got older and more sedentary, the fly-catching faded into fly-interest and finally into "what? what? what are you trying to show me?" She still gets a little wiggy over the occasional moth, though.
A previous generation of cats, years ago in Boston, used to catch june bugs and eat them on the kitchen floor-- at least, eat half of any given june bug. The sound of a cat eating a june bug is definitely one of the grosser sounds of the universe.
Crunch sqursh chaw chaw chaw chack... eeeewwwwww.