How to Catch a Cricket - by Katie

I am the cat who refuses to give in to the diagnosis of kidney failure. I just refuse. In June 2009 Dr.Heit told mom I had end stage renal failure and would probably not live another 3 months. HA! Here I am. 18 months later and I'm doing just fine. And I have moved to Arizona with my mom and...well...other cat I don't like much...Chanel. She's just a prissy-butt who doesn't dare tarnish her tiara by actually doing anything other than sucking up to mom. But that's okay...I get my share of lovin'. And I got all kinds of praise last night for making sure this cricket didn't get over to the sofa where mom was sitting. She's afraid of anything with more than 4 legs and I just don't get it...it's yummy stuff!!

So first of all, you have to trap the cricket and make sure it knows who's boss. I scared him into submission because I'm so much bigger than he was. HA!

Then you slap it with your paw and stick it with your claw - this makes it so it can't move so it won't try to run anymore and jump away!

Chew carefully, and enjoy. My tummy is happy. And Mom is too.

I apparently will not get the opportunity to do this again in the near future. Mom called somebody called an exterminator who sprayed smelly stuff around the baseboards inside the house. It didn't smell too bad but it didn't smell too good either. Then he went outside and he sprayed really stinky stuff in the garage and all around the outside of the house. Mom said she didn't want crickets here because scorpions love them and she would move back to CA if she sees a scorpion. That wouldn't be good. I laughed when she said "If I see a scorpion then the soon-to-be-ex doesn't look so bad."

I better get off the computer now before Mom realizes I posted to her blog. Must wipe my paw prints off the keyboard too. BYE!!