First thought of the morning

A picture book you'll never see:

Cat and Moth are Friends

I saw a dead moth on the floor as I was going to feed the cats. This is unusual. Normally, the fluttering plaything is ingested at the end of the battle. I suppose there are those who would rescue a moth from the clutches of a cat, but I never interfere. Our cats may be killers, but our clothes have no holes.