I have two cats. One is Stanley, a laid back boy, friendly without being needy. The other is Bunty, a small black snot rag of a cat. She moves away in disgust when anyone tries to stroke her and if you catch her eye she glares. My DH swears she is the reincarnation of a Victorian Poisoner.
But all is forgiven because Bunty is a formidable fly catcher with lightening reflexes. This morning a bluebottle was buzzing about annoyingly and with one swipe, Bunty had leaped into the air and swatted it one! It fell like a stone. We are in awe. Bunty of course just flicked her tail in the air and stalked off.
We are not worthy