A few nights ago, I dozed off in front of the TV. When I semi-awoke in the
wee hours of the morning, the lamp (which is on a timer) had turned off,
and the only light remaining in the living room was emanating from the
television. I saw Stanley taking a vigorous interest in something under
the love seat. I woke up a bit more, just enough to realize that he was
watching and sniffing and moving along the length of the love seat.

"He's tracking something that's moving!", I realized, and with that
thought I awoke the rest of the way.

The something turned out to be a little bug, maybe an inch long. I'm not
sure what sort of bug it was, but shortly after it emerged from under the
love seat, Stanley was on it and proceeded to bap it to death. I fetched a
paper towel from the kitchen to remove the remains of the now-ex-bug.
Stanley the Mighty Hunter had done quite a thorough job... he'd only had
at the bug for a few seconds, but it was impossible to ID what sort of bug
it'd been.

Good boy, Stanley -- your bug-phobic Meowmy will be glad if you keep on
protecting the house from critters with six or more legs.

I do have to say, though -- I'd love to spend one day with a cat's five
senses, to see how they perceive the world. Because I just can't imagine
being able to detect *and track the movement of* a bug that small as it
walked under the love seat (with less than an inch of clearance between
the bottom of the love seat and the carpet). Did Stanley see it? Hear it?
Smell it? HOW? I'll never know.

Donna, suitably impressed with Stanley's hunting skills