LibraryVal. Hello everyone. I have been reading BCN for some time, but have never dared comment before. At the moment I share my home with Oliver, a young cat who was starving, frost bitten and trying to eat oats out of a startled horse’s feed dish out at the barn. He adapted very nicely to being a house cat and living under the rule of my elderly tortie Ronnie. I wanted to share a tale from a friend of mine whose cats would catch and eat lighting bugs. Later on, of course, the chewed up bugs would be thrown up. But, she said, the nice thing was, the throw up still glowed in the dark making it ever so convenient to locate the mess and clean it up.
LibraryVal. Hello everyone. I have been reading BCN for some time, but have never dared comment before. At the moment I share my home with Oliver, a young cat who was starving, frost bitten and trying to eat oats out of a startled horse’s feed dish out at the barn. He adapted very nicely to being a house cat and living under the rule of my elderly tortie Ronnie. I wanted to share a tale from a friend of mine whose cats would catch and eat lighting bugs. Later on, of course, the chewed up bugs would be thrown up. But, she said, the nice thing was, the throw up still glowed in the dark making it ever so convenient to locate the mess and clean it up.