I have a fly vacuum named Dolores.
For some reason, flies have been coming into the apartment through some magical plecopteran gateway, the location of which I haven’t been able to determine yet. Since Dolly is an indoor cat, the flies have been the only live thing that she’s even pounced on, aside from my toes under the covers.
She’s quite an efficient fly hunter, able to swat one without much trouble, although she consistently lets them get away when she takes an inspection under her paw by lifting it up. Once she actually catches one and is able to get her tongue on it, she’ll gobble it happily, and then look as if she hadn’t eaten her playmate. Sometimes the fly will soar to my ceiling, and she’ll meow at me with frustration, never looking away from the buzzing black dot.