A feral cat found the moon's spotlight and was doing the Moth Catcher Ballet in its glow. The only music was a single distant cricket. I don't know what became of the nearby crickets, but I suppose the cats might have eaten them. Cats do not appreciate music, I guess, or maybe just appreciate a tasty snack more. I wish they'd stick to eating the moths and keep the crickets as accompaniment.
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A feral cat found the moon's spotlight and was doing the Moth Catcher Ballet in its glow. The only music was a single distant cricket. I don't know what became of the nearby crickets, but I suppose the cats might have eaten them. Cats do not appreciate music, I guess, or maybe just appreciate a tasty snack more. I wish they'd stick to eating the moths and keep the crickets as accompaniment.
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