Harrumph, some killing machines just watching eyelash bugs struggle over the carpet and not bothering about the big fly in the kitchen. We won't talk about the spiders. My cats are purely decorative, unlike the tiny girl cat I used to have who really was a mighty huntress, swooping out from under a parked car to catch a butterfly in flight.
Little Miss will attack and eat June Bugs and then puke them up. Mister Man justs sleeps thru any bug invasions. My mom had a cat that ate every bug, bat, moth or fly that dared to approach our apartment. Oh and any cake that dared to land on the table too.
My sister used to have a cat that really was a killing machine. The apartment where she and her husband first lived was infested with mice. Ming would catch them and drop them in the bathtub until she was ready to eat them. (Or one of the humans in the place would remove them!) The neighbours would borrow Ming to help with their own places, and one woman offered to pay Lynn an exterminator fee.
Pets were not allowed in the apartments, and they got a nasty letter from the management. Lynn boxed up the day's bathtub captives - both dead and alive - and carried the box to the office.
She had that cat until they moved out two years later.
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Harrumph, some killing machines just watching eyelash bugs struggle over the carpet and not bothering about the big fly in the kitchen. We won't talk about the spiders. My cats are purely decorative, unlike the tiny girl cat I used to have who really was a mighty huntress, swooping out from under a parked car to catch a butterfly in flight.
Little Miss will attack and eat June Bugs and then puke them up. Mister Man justs sleeps thru any bug invasions. My mom had a cat that ate every bug, bat, moth or fly that dared to approach our apartment. Oh and any cake that dared to land on the table too.
My sister used to have a cat that really was a killing machine. The apartment where she and her husband first lived was infested with mice. Ming would catch them and drop them in the bathtub until she was ready to eat them. (Or one of the humans in the place would remove them!) The neighbours would borrow Ming to help with their own places, and one woman offered to pay Lynn an exterminator fee.
Pets were not allowed in the apartments, and they got a nasty letter from the management. Lynn boxed up the day's bathtub captives - both dead and alive - and carried the box to the office.
She had that cat until they moved out two years later.
Ours seem to have a hit or miss attitude towards pest control. At least, I think so - otherwise why are there mouse droppings under the cellar stairs?
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