I love the chase. At night when mamá and papá are going to bed I see moths flying against the windows and sometimes they even fly in through tiny holes in the fly nets. Then the fun begins. I let them know with my mighty meows and imitations of my death bite that they have reached the end of their life span. (I don’t know why the humans find my meows cute… hear the mighty ‘mee mee’ of death!)
Only sometimes they fly way too high and out of my reach. I get desperate and try to reach up even if it seems impossible. Cruel humans for not giving me a playground to hop onto on the walls and the ceiling.
However I caught a moth once. It was a delicious little protein treat.
I gifted mamá a ladybug as well since she seems a bad hunteress herself (or so I thought) but would you believe that she didn’t eat it?
But I was totally aghast by mamás unexpected prowess as a huntress a few days ago. Papá and I chased a wasp back and forth between us for ten minutes and at one point I almost had it. But then mamá came in and killed it with one slap of a paper roll. And then she gave it to me to eat. Yummy.
Yesterday I wasn’t so lucky. My prey was again a wasp but although it was dead when mamá gave it to me something pointy poked my lip and I mlemed a while to make my poor lip well again. That wasp didn’t want to be in my tummy even in death. Rats!