The kittens are having a field day. With all this wet weather there has been a re-awakening of the low-flying beetles ironically called Rain Beetles. These bugs are flying through the wires of the cat enclosure and the kittens, spying these wonderful, slow-moving treasures- scoop them up and bring them into the house.

I try to rescue them before they are tormented to death, but Trump wants to play Keep-Away. He grabs a beetle, growls ferociously at me, which doesn’t faze me in the least. He is all bluff. Then he scoots between my legs and darts upstairs. Almost as if he knows that my feet won’t respond to my wishes and upstairs is now off limits for me (which it is) because of the cellulitis.

I can almost hear the beetle squealing “Help me…Help mee..” as Trump rushes up the stairs. When I tell my husband what I hear he says, I either need to lay off the pain pills, or stop watching the Sci-Fi Channel! He’s right on both accounts.

The lucky beetles are taken back outside and released back by the creek in the woods. The unlucky ones, well they are just unlucky.

Charlie seems fascinated by them when they fly. When they land, he isn’t interested, but as they do their low-flying loops overhead, he performs some impressive acrobatic moves to catch them. I would imagine that the clouding of his eye isn’t interfering with his overhead sight.

Found out today that my cats and their dwelling will be featured on a blog for NBC! God willing and the creek doesn’t rise, the entry should show up on Dec. 14th Pretty cool! I just hope it inspires others to do what they can to save that stray in the bushes. Even if the stray happens to have an appetite for flying Rain Beetles!