My cat loves those big moths. He gets irrationally excited when one shows up, which is, like once every two years; I have no idea where they come from. But he’ll spend hours hunting them and when he catches them, he eats them. Totally gross.
The funniest thing is that, for days after, he’ll hang out where he first noticed the last one, desperately hoping another will magically appear.
I guess I should feel bad for the moths, but he’s an indoor cat; it’s all he gets to hunt, and he dispatches them pretty quickly when he catches them, so… I can live with that.
My cat loves those big moths. He gets irrationally excited when one shows up, which is, like once every two years; I have no idea where they come from. But he’ll spend hours hunting them and when he catches them, he eats them. Totally gross.
The funniest thing is that, for days after, he’ll hang out where he first noticed the last one, desperately hoping another will magically appear.
I guess I should feel bad for the moths, but he’s an indoor cat; it’s all he gets to hunt, and he dispatches them pretty quickly when he catches them, so… I can live with that.