|A cricket on the back of my shoe|
It's the time of the year that we seem to see and hear crickets everywhere. They're outside, they're at work, and they are certainly in our house. Quite a few of them as a matter of fact, especially in the basement. And that's where the fun begins.
A cricket hops, and the cats alert. Their ears go up and the tails start twitching. Annie, the lead hunter, moves closer to her prey and watches carefully for its next move. The cricket hops and she deftly swats it in mid air. They play that game for a little while. It hops, she swats. It hops, she swats. Then she lets it crawl behind a piece of furniture. Leo sees this as an opportunity, and moves in to be a part of the game. He waits as Annie pulls the cricket out with her mouth and drops it on the floor. Leo pokes the cricket to get it to hop again. With Leo and Annie watching, the cricket crawls into a floor grate to rest. Lucky now joins the game as they all wait for the cricket to emerge. The cricket finally comes out and somehow manages to crawl around the room, with three cats hunting it, and escapes under the door.
All the while, Ward and I are watching and marveling at the interaction among the cats and the interaction between the cricket and the cats. Entertainment for One and All and maybe even the cricket that got away.
|Annie, Leo, and Lucky waiting for the cricket to emerge.|