I was on the phone last night when I saw Smokey sniffing at something with his back towards me. "What is that cat sniffing on the floor?" I wondered. Was there some piece of dirt or crumb that drew his attention? The next thing I knew, he turned around and before him was a nice, fat cricket. Since I was on the phone, I don't remember clearly what happened after that. Was the cricket already immobilized at that point? It didn't try to hop away I don't think. Smokey bat it couple times and, then, he ate it. No, he didn't swallow it whole. It went in and out of his jaws a few times before he crunched down. CRUNCH. CRUNCH. Crunch. Crunch. And then out came the head and one leg. The cricket was otherwise gone.
We didn't know Smokey liked to eat bugs. Up until then we had only seen flying ones, which he watched for few minutes before getting bored. Eating bugs must have helped Smokey survive when he was lost in the wild. One or two probably wouldn't have been enough, however.
Just a few minutes later, Smokey gazed up at me with his big, clear eyes, looking as sweet as possible: "I'm hungry. Feed me."
Smokey, you just had a snack. Don't tell me you're still hungry.
Disappointed, Smokey turned away and sniffed at the cricket head and leg he had left uneaten. In the head went into his mouth... and out it came again. Guess the head is the least savory part of a cricket. Good to know.