So yesterday while I was busy spending so much of my time catching up on Easy Street, I was at the ironing board pressing one of the elements. Out of the corner of my eye I catch sight of something moving across the floor to my left. I look directly and there's a big ol' spider slowly moving along - well, when spiders invade MY territory, it's an instant death sentence, except on those very rare occasions I feel gracious and yesterday my feet hurt, my back hurt, my wrists hurt and I was over a hot iron, and I was not in a gracious mood! One quick tap of my foot and that spider breathed no more. Do spiders breathe? Surely they must, but hey, maybe not, creepy little bugger. I didn't take the time to get a tissue and pick it up and put in the trash thinking I'd wait until I finished with my task at hand. Moments later, along comes Raven and now she has a new nickname. Spider Cat. SHE ATE THAT SPIDER! No kidding, she ate every.bit.of.it, body, legs, antennae - do they have antennae? - nothing was left. So now we sing: Spider Cat, Spider Cat, Only Eats What A Spider Cat Can. I've seen cats eat flies and moths, but I can't say I've ever seen one eat spiders - dead or alive! She's welcome to all that she can find!