A Bug on a Rug

My cat was just entertaining himself by playing with some kind of flying ant that was crawling on my living room rug. I was keeping an eye on him as I logged into blogger in order to monitor the situation and kill said bug should Dexter decide the bug wouldn't be tasty or lose interest. He kept looking at me but I couldn't read his expression. Was he looking for approval? Encouragement? Kudos? Hard to say, whatever it was, he seemed to pick the bug up in his mouth a few times, bat it around a couple times, then all excitement ended and he walked to the other side of the room and is now bathing himself. I lost track of the bug and have decided, for the sake of my own sanity and limiting of creepy-outyness, that he ate the bug and it is no longer crawling on my floor or burrowing its way into anything I own in order to lay larvae that will soon become a swarm of flying ant-like creatures inside my home. Yeah, its being digested as I write this. Definitely.

I don't really get the whole eating a bug thing. Even for a cat. My cat has a very discerning pallet. He will only eat cat food. No tuna, no cheese, no milk, no fish...just cat food. But, he'll eat an insect. He turns his nose up at dairy but he sees a creepy crawly creature that very well may bite, sting, flit about in an alarming way, or all of the above,and he thinks, "Mmmm...that may be very enjoyable in my mouth".

As I've mentioned before, I'm not a cat person. I like dogs. Dogs make sense to me. Well, mostly. I don't really get the eating poop and your own vomit thing, or the drinking hot muddy puddle water instead of the fresh water in your clean bowl thing, but mostly I understand dogs. They're companionable. They answer commands, they can tell a good person from a bad pretty quickly, they eat the food you drop on the floor without missing a beat, they wag their tails when happy. And they have mastered the art of doe eyes in order to convey; "if you don't give me that thing that I want I might be so upset that I'll run out the door and get hit by a car and you'll be haunted by my memory for the rest of your life."

I've never had a dog that ate a bug. And even though they eat poop and puke, I have to give them a certain amount of respect for choosing to leave the creepy crawlies out of the realm of nutrition.