I wish one of these girls were a cold-blooded killer, or even a half-assed hunter. Once in a great while Little Cat will go after a spider on the kitchen floor (usually putting a paw on it, then lifting it up to see if the critter is still alive) until she gets tired of it.
I graded from 7 a.m. - 6 Sunday evening and was toast, so naturally there was a good-sized stink bug that managed to get in and buzz around the shade of the table lamp. I was too lazy to go after it, and LC was, too, though she wasn't shy about digging her claws into my leg as the bug would get a little too close for her comfort.
ALHS and Fela were downstairs, thus no help. As I told them both the next day, I don't know why I keep them around, if they're not going to defend me and LC from bugs.