And yet another milestone for our young kitties: Sasha killed his first cricket!

Jan, my wife, can't stand the little six-legged buggers, particularly since the crickets that get into the house are Jerusalem crickets, which are really kinda gross looking. We figured they'd be no match for the hunting prowess of our fierce feline killers.

And we were right! We couldn't find Sasha upstairs (although Nina was in one of her usual spots, lounging on a chair at the dining room table), so I went looking for him in the basement. Lo and behold, I see a pair of big-pupilled eyes look up from the darkness of the bathroom. When I went to get the little fuzzball, there he was, proudly circling his great kill (which must've been all of an inch long, at least from the parts that were left!).

Jan and the boys rejoiced loudly when I carried Sasha upstairs, purring like a little diesel!

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