There was a spider cricket in the cat's food dish this morning. Oh, those things are evil. I don't know if that's what they're really called, but someone called them that, and it's a good enough name as far as I'm concerned. I attempted to smash the bastard with a map, but only succeeded in covering the map in catfood. Them things is quick. But Khepra's quicker, and as soon as he saw it move he temporarily abandoned his bowl of cat food to pounce it and chew it to death. Good Khepra. I'll have to remember to give him a treat when I get home. Read the corresponding dream.