Down here in the Gulf Coast area, Spring is marked by the onset of big roaches.
Once in the house, they tend to run or fly at people with their wings buzzing.
This happened a few nights ago.
A very large roach was running across the floor at me.
I let out a loud shriek.
My three big mancats, normally protector cats, took one look, turned and ran.
Missy was already watching from the top of a tall cat tree.
The normally up-for-anything Faith Boo saw the boys leave and also ran.
I stood there, frozen, watching this big noisy bug approach.
Suddenly, a dainty little waif of a kitten swooped down,
gently scooped the offensive creature up in her paws,
chomped it in two pieces,
dropped it back in front of me.
Then she delicately hopped back up to her sleepy place.
But not before giving the boys a withering look.
I turned and saw five cat heads hang in shame.
Well done, KC.
It's not the size of the cat in the fight,
It's the size of the fight in the cat.