Smokey is a natural hero.
Even before the wee hours of Saturday morning.
But he found and tracked a huge spider
roaming the bedroom while we slept.
He finally woke me up when it got lost in
some of the piles on the very messy floor.
As I cautiously moved the piles, item by item,
Smokey chased the intruder spider to the hall.
Faith Boomerang joined in, determined she stay
between the large spider and myself at all costs.
Protecting her helped me overcome an
intense fear of large spiders and make the kill!
The toilet-side funeral (aka flushing) was attended
by Smokey, Faith Boomerang and myself.
After that, I couldn't sleep!!!
While Smokey and Faith Boomerang kept a close eye (and nose)
for more spidery company, I cleaned out the entire bedroom.
Four trash bags, five donation boxes and
a lot of work later, it was scrubbed clean and neat.
(The newly-deceased was a grass spider, about 2-inches or a bit more...
to me, it was
If the cats try to kill one and get bitten, will it hurt them?)
Smokey, seeing Pixel's comment: Oh, How You Doing, Pixel?
:: smooths back hair with paws ::
PS: Smokey enjoyed some small strips of pork roast for a special treat.
He is a very happy boy.