Pests II

I too just had a moth in my house. It was fluttering up against our rear security door because it:
a) Wanted to get outside and
b) Wasn't smart enough to fly out the more than adequate space between the door and the and the top of the door frame.

Midge was very interested, but because she boarders on being morbidly obese, she's not much of a jumper. She'd look up at the moth and half-heartedly knock on the door with her paw, I suppose in hopes that the paw-force of a cat her size would create a vibration adequate to send the moth tumbling to its death in her mouth.

I felt a little sorry for her so I nudged the moth with my finger, but I guess I inadvertently nudged the pixie dust off its wings because it fell off the door and started to walk around on the floor.

Midge has grown accustomed to food being provided for her, so she didn't really know what to do with a moth at mouth level. She'd look at it, then poke it with her paw to make it walk a little, then stare at it again until it quit moving. Then poke. Then stare. She was very gentle.

Midge was entirely satisfied with this arrangement until Clayton came in, spotted the moth, pounced, then ate it. Midge looked a little disappointed as Clayton crunched away at it, like maybe she'd lost a friend.

Since then she's been sleeping a lot. She's either depressed, or she's a cat. I'm thinking it's probably the cat thing.