My current cat does not help with bugs. One time a giant centipede looking thing came into the bedroom, on the ceiling. He looked at it, got up, and left the room.

It’s amazing how cats will know their mission despite being disturbed and held in the most unnatural way possible.

I did this once when I was a kid. Saw a bug, grabbed my hunter cat and hoisted him up, expecting him to swat at it. Oh he smashed it, and then brought it to his mouth and started chomping. I had no idea to expect this and was so grossed out that I dropped him (sorry kitty — he was totally fine, if a little disgruntled).

Now my cats are pampered princesses with no huntress instinct whatsoever so I’ve resorted to a fly swatter.

Watch over me, ceiling cat.

I have one hunter and one spoiled asshole. The spoiled asshole would just toy with insects. He would see a spider and just put his paw on it and watch it try to run. And then when he’s bored of it he will just leave it to die.