Our two Sàsaigs - the 2009 Skye moggies - are hunters. Beileag isn’t keen on the bad weather though. Her favourite hunting spot is sitting on top of a dry-stone wall that is part of a now-roofless small former cowshed. Moosies probably emerge from their homes amongst the stones ready for death to fall from above.
Buidheag does a great amount of hunting in summer, less in winter too. She loves sleeping in the dogbed in the day at the moment or else on the heated downstairs ‘posh’ bathroom floor. At night the poor dog is dismayed if he comes up to bed and finds Buidheag still occupying his dogbed, because she ignores him and will not shift. And he does not have the wit to realise that he could very easily remove the cat, by simply sitting on her or treading on her or forty things. He just looks desperate and hopes that Janet will resolve the situation, using her divine abilities.
In winter there is so much sleeping and so much toasting to be done (adults) and so much wild play to be done (kittens). Who really needs to go out that much?