The Fly Pattern

With six cats, there is always something to tell, always something to see and to experience. Fun thing of today is: one of the cats is a very skilled fly catcher. Only, he doesn't eat them.  

Bowie by ThirzaMeta, 2015

At our place, it's necessary on a daily basis to sweep the downstairs rooms. Three litterboxes, and six furballs, of which three longhaired ones, and a 5-year old make it kind of mandatory. However... 

Ever since the cats were allowed back to venture in the garden, our youngest cat Bowie started to leave chewed-on flies everywhere in the house. So I sweep and I am happy, for hey, what do you know, my place is clean again. And then I turn around and, what is that? A dead fly! A dead fly that was not there before! Seems that Bowie ever so slightly moved behind me and spat out that fly. Obviously for me to find. Sometimes he hides them, to play with later. Sometimes I find three, four flies in a row, like some kind of route on a treasure map. And everytime I give him a good talk-down to, he looks at me with those big eyes, as if to say, I did this for you.

On the other hand, to get rid of the flies that way is far easier than chasing them around the house and hoping they are smart enough to find the open window (I can't kill flies. Or other insects. I catch them using a glass and a piece of paper, and I put them outside). 
And since we have an awful lot of flies already at the start of Summer (due to hot temps, caused by the heatwave going on?) I expect a lot more trails and patterns scattered around the house.