She's pretty badass exterminator. Her name is Junebug because "you are what you eat" and she sits under the porch light and munches bugs all summer. She's hell on mice, too.

Last week she brought a rabbit she had killed into the kitchen through the open window. The rabbit was about half as big as she is, so she had only managed to chew the poor thing's head off. I came home to find blood everywhere and a corpse in the kitchen, and the idiot cat sleeping peacefully on a cardboard box like "Huh? What dead rabbit?"