I have a kitty gym in my living room, I have something under every window for them to look out of, we have tunnel type things and they are always finding things to play with. They have so many toys that when people come into my living room they always say it looks like I have a 2 year old.
The best time they had was when the bat got in and before I could get out of bed they had flown through the air (we play with the cat dancer toys every day) swatted the bat and killed the poor thing. I do not like bats, but I don't think they need to die.
Yes. Back in 1992, my male cat, Dickens, discovered new talents when a flock of swallows seemingly got sidetracked in their migratory route when I was living in Italy. They were swooping for days, and Dickens's predator instincts kicked in rather quickly...he'd scrunch down, stay perfectly still and wait and watch -- and then he'd LEAP INTO THE AIR, all his legs outstretched, and then he'd swat one of the birds down.
He brought them all to me, and I put the stunned creatures in a "holding area" until they'd recovered sufficiently to fly off. Dickens always looked puzzled to me as I did that...I think he wanted me to mash them up and serve them to him in a bowl. Over a period of several days, he swatted down five or six. All of them, to my knowledge, recovered.
Dickens, RIP, buddy!