The cat we had when I grew up was s bad ass huntress, once she even came back home with the tail of a squirrel.
There was a few times when we got wasps in the house and one was buzzing on the window, our cat put her paw on top of it and extended her claws around it like a cage, turned her paw over, looked at the wasp buzzing like mad and ate it.
The cat we had when I grew up was s bad ass huntress, once she even came back home with the tail of a squirrel.
There was a few times when we got wasps in the house and one was buzzing on the window, our cat put her paw on top of it and extended her claws around it like a cage, turned her paw over, looked at the wasp buzzing like mad and ate it.
How she never got stung I will never know…