My Cats Are Useless

So it has come to this.

Nearly a year of blogging and I’m writing about my cats. But they are useless, because they don’t bother spiders.

While rodent carcasses litter the alleyway, hedgehogs have free passage around the parimeter of Jones Towers and there is an open door policy for spiders.

I caught a Category 3 spider this weekend (Cat 3 = auditory. You can hear them scuttle along the walls as they move). I had to use a cup and a stepladder* to get it.

As I put the cup over it, there was a sickening moment where it disappeared and I thought it was either in the cup or running up my sleeve. Luckily I could feel it rattling around in the cup and it was safely dispatched through the catflap.

Maybe the cats bring them in and watch me hunt spiders for sport. I’m sure as this one ran away, he turned and winked some of his eyes at the cats as if to say: “Same time tomorrow guys? I’m going to check in on the hedgehogs. They’re having an all-you-can-eat slug-fest by the hostas.”

*This is not my real ladder. I never got on with my real ladder.