Last night, my fierce huntress cat was scared out of her admittedly tiny wits by a fearsome beast of epic proportions. The monster came at her from nowhere like a bat out of hell, then dove at her with no mercy, making strange whapping sounds the whole time! She ducked from its ferocious attack, then dashed to safety behind the loveseat and stayed until it thundered downstairs to seek easier prey.
What was this Grendel, you ask? A little white moth that flew in when Husband pitched a bottle into the recycle bin out back.
Yes, my 7 lb cat was terrified by a 0.7 oz moth. Pride, thy name is Pocket.
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Wow. My eyes are bleeding.
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