When Tubby was a lot younger, we lived in an older house in Green Bay, WI. I would often see him in the exact same pose as Ebby is - staring up at the wall. There were lots of spiders and he just loved stalking them and killing them when they finally came within range. Sometimes I wondered how he didn't get a sore neck 'cause he'd sit there for hours on end, staring up at the walls and ceilings. I often had paw prints all over the walls too, from when he'd try to jump up and get them. Got to the point where all I had to do was say "Kitty, bugs!" with excitement in my voice and he'd come running from where ever he was. He didn't understand my pointing (didn't know to look at what I was pointing at not my finger ) so I'd often have to pick him up until he saw the bug move. Then he'd be entranced and nothing I did could persuade him to leave his post.

These days we don't have many bugs, and Tubby doesn't care as much about them either.