Rivel and silver finally made peace again. They started eating and playing together today.
Oh, yes. Moffs were a big deal when we lived in Colorado. We’d get miller moths, and I’d call out, “Moff! Moff, kitties!” And they’d come running. Lily usually wore a wing or two on her face.Mine are actively inspecting a "moff" (the word they understand for an insect intruder--a corruption of "moth"), in this case, a stink bug. They usually eat them, but stink bugs don't taste good and they make "yuk!" faces after eating one. Nonetheless, they eat them just the same.
As I write this, the moff flew away and they lost track of where it went. Probably just as well.