I haf something embarrassing to admit. I am not a hunter! Last night there was a dying fly in our apartment. I tracked him just fine, it was fun to chase him. But when he set down on the couch, I just sat there and looked at him. Mama knocked him to the floor for me, and he just crawled around a little, and I put my paw on him a couple of times, but that's all I did. Then I just sat back and watched as he died. I didn't efun eat him! What can I say, I just am not interested in eating a bug. I'm a little embarrassed to admit this acause so many of you are mighty hunters! But, I am who I am.
