“Cat and Moth”
A fluffy white cat wants nothing more than to nap in the most comfortable spot in the universe, but little does she know someone else has their eye on it too.
When I was 11 I had a called Leia. When she wasn’t a fully grown fat black cat, as she muchly became, I used to be able to hold her up, in just the palm of my hand, to the lamp hanging from the ceiling at the end of my bed and she would munch the circling moths out of the air like Homer Simpson eating crisps in zero gravity