There was a buzzing and a ruckus and I knew .. there was a bug in the house. A June bug, big ugly beetle thing. Ick. Jake jumped over the back of the couch - "go get 'em Jake!" I always have hope.
She looked like she might be out to get it!
And then there was Norah - watching from a small distance. Um .. never got any closer than that.
And now? The cats are looking at me! ME?!??
Shouldn't they earn their keep by at least keeping the bug count down?