We have crane flies like crazy here right now. I’ve always called them mosquito hawks, but apparently they don’t eat mosquitoes (and we’ve already had a few of those).
Tara’s pretty good at catching bugs. She loves to chase the crane flies that get into the house. I’m not sure which is worse, though, pesky crane flies, or a flying cat. She’ll leap, climb, or fly wherever in the house she needs to go in order to catch one. She got so busy hunting them a few nights ago that she didn’t even eat the chicken I gave her. They must be very tasty bugs.
Fortunately I stowed most of our breakables away when she was smaller, because now she’s a force to be reckoned with when she goes flying through the house after a bug. It’s almost like having a monkey on the premises. An eight-pound fur ball flying at you is no laughing matter. She proved that a few days ago when she knocked over my office chair. I wasn’t in it, I just came running when I heard the crash from the other room, and found the chair lying on its back on the floor with one of its adjustment knobs broken off. I think it had something to do with a running, flying leap into it from front to back. A few days later she tried to knock me over, seated in the chair, with an unbelievably football-like tackle for one so small. No claws were used, it was all in fun, of course, but what a cat. I think her Siamese is showing.
Mice beware. Do not enter here.
Goodness, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of quite so enthusiastic an effort at bug-chasing. She seems to throw her whole self into it (literally), without a thought for where she’ll end up. What a cat indeed!
“It’s almost like having a monkey on the premises. An eight-pound fur ball flying at you is no laughing matter.”
Oh no!! Flying monkeys are more terrifying than anything!!!
Seriously, I looked up crane flies and they are creepy. I mean to say, being creeped out can be as bad as being stung. I’m sure H.P. Lovecraft would agree.
As for Tara, she apparently is Siamese if you please or if you don’t please.
Sarah — Tara seems to throw her whole self into whatever she does. She is if nothing else enthusiastic. If we tell her “NO!” she wants to know why not.
Eric — I know, as a child I was terrified of the flying monkeys in The Wizard of Oz. To think now I’m almost living with one. Gulp!
We also sometimes suspect she might have been a circus tiger in a past life. All the same, she has strange bewitching powers (as most cats do) and has captured our hearts.
Your kitty totally reminds me of my last cat, Lennix. He had no fear…would go riding on the roof of a car, if he happened to be sleeping there. He loved to be high up, as in a Gazebo, where he would watch and wait for someone to come by and then would launch himself at the hapless person. Every time, it seemed as if he howled with laughter at the discombobulation which resulted.
His life was lived as a great joke. I still miss this one cat.
That’s a sight I’d like to see. Although wouldn’t want a repeat at our house. Smokey Joe weighs 18 pounds. I think he could do quite a bit of damage.
I have never heard of crane flies.
Cas