I declared miller season over yesterday, then Andrew spotted one in the lampshade!

He didn’t catch it the first time.

But he persevered and caught it several times later. He pattycaked it with his paw, let it fly off as best it could, caught it again and again, repeating his little miller game. Eventually, barely able to take to the air, the miller dropped to the floor and hid in the clutter!

Andy’s cup ran over! Next it was a fly on the CD cabinet! He had his chance at it…

…then I said to hell with it. That bug bugged me earlier and it is MINE!!

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Andy’s not in the room…but his prey is back on the lampshade! Battered in battle with a cat, this miller must follow the imperative of its kind: go to the light! 

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Andy’s “horns” are up in the last photo. He’s so cute when his kitty’s on! RAWR! I had to let him see and sniff the extinct fly, as you might expect, because he’s a cat and his job is to be curious.

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Eighty-six years ago on June 12th, my parents got married. Bill and Esther, their best friends, stood with them. Mom and Dad stood with Bill and Esther when they got married, too. Both their marriages lasted till death of the husband.