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I just watched Frankie catch and eat a big 'ole fly. He is earning his keep, but I don't think he will get kisses from me later.


I had a dog that ate flys. She was the best thing around during summer. I'd hear a crash on the screen door and a few moments later, there's she be, happily chewing. It was great not having to clean up dead flies. Oh yeah, I didn't let her kiss me but I sure kissed her neck and nuzzled her, telling her what a 'Good Pookie!' she was

I'm not big on face kisses from the pookies. My old kitty Dots was a master-fly catcher. For a chubby little kitty, she really could move for a winged insect.