Flies!

It was a little hard getting anything done last night. A fly got into my apartment and that meant, as far as two of my cats were concerned, that hunting season was open (the third cat doesn't seem to give a shit). The fly would buzz around, the cats were tracking it and if it got near ground level, they'd try to get it. That process included leaping across furniture (and me).

After awhile, the fly vanished, so either one of the cats killed it, the fly blundered into the web of the "daddy longlegs" in the bathroom or it made its escape. If George was the cat who caught it, it became a snack.