Rats, bugs, centipedes and even a broad-footed mole. Those are the reasons Hunter wants to go out and play. The same reasons that start the nightly ritual of a million "NO"s before I locked him in the bathroom for time out.

Tonight as I opened the door and was about to launch into a lecture when I spotted a spider on the rug. Hunter saw it too and disinterestedly gave it a few swats. Astonishing! Isn't hunting why he begs to be out every night? The spider shaken up, paused, then scurried in Hunter's direction. I think "Great, easy kill for you." Instead, the cat gingerly lifts its paws to let the spider pass. I roll my eyes and let him out. After which, he tried to sneak past me. Back to the loo he goes.