Misty has settled to his summer job, clearing the garden of all winged insects and spiders and maintaining it in pristine condition. Every morning he searches the patio and borders for spiders and quickly eats any he finds. The larger ones he plays with for a few minutes, then dispatches them quickly and moves on to the next. After this he does his fly patrol and and sits in the border waiting for any unfortunate fly who should happen to cross his path, these are swatted with a quick paw, and removed. If no flying beasts are in evidence he patrols the flowers and knocks the plants to make sure that there are no hidden invaders lurking.
Later he sits of the step in the sun and monitors the kitchen door lest anything should fly through there. Woe betide anything which does. These are chased remorselessly round the house until they too are dead. Any particularly large and juicy flies he stupifies, then picks them up in his mouth and throws them onto the carpet, teasing them until they finally give up the will to live.
Night-times there are moths to remove. The garden become a living snack bar. The routine goes as follows, out of the cat-flap, catch a moth, in through the cat-flap moth in mouth, eat moth on the mat behind the front door, leave the inedible wings on the mat and then go back outside for another. This will happen 20 to 30 times a night and has serious consequences for the local moth population. The larger moths are more tricky, however, and fly away leaving a mystified Misty wondering where his catch has gone.
Corny, E's cat, meanwhile, is taking his O' levels in Shrew Catching. Still less than a year old, he finds shrews are mostly more than he can manage but he does bring the odd one home for Mum. He has his sights set on A' levels though, and tries to chase the pheasants that live in E's garden. Funnily though, they run along the ground, take off then disappear into the sky. No matter how hard Corny tries, he can't manage to copy them. He always comes down to earth with a bump.
Later he sits of the step in the sun and monitors the kitchen door lest anything should fly through there. Woe betide anything which does. These are chased remorselessly round the house until they too are dead. Any particularly large and juicy flies he stupifies, then picks them up in his mouth and throws them onto the carpet, teasing them until they finally give up the will to live.
Night-times there are moths to remove. The garden become a living snack bar. The routine goes as follows, out of the cat-flap, catch a moth, in through the cat-flap moth in mouth, eat moth on the mat behind the front door, leave the inedible wings on the mat and then go back outside for another. This will happen 20 to 30 times a night and has serious consequences for the local moth population. The larger moths are more tricky, however, and fly away leaving a mystified Misty wondering where his catch has gone.
Corny, E's cat, meanwhile, is taking his O' levels in Shrew Catching. Still less than a year old, he finds shrews are mostly more than he can manage but he does bring the odd one home for Mum. He has his sights set on A' levels though, and tries to chase the pheasants that live in E's garden. Funnily though, they run along the ground, take off then disappear into the sky. No matter how hard Corny tries, he can't manage to copy them. He always comes down to earth with a bump.
1 comment:
lol, not hungry after reading that. Sure glad I am not a cat even though they do have 9 lives. In fact I think I qualify in some areas, do feel like I am working on my 7th life.
Good Hunting Misty.
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