I'm still shaken.

Ok, it's been a nice, quiet holiday weekend.  Sleeping the morning away, spinning wool and surfing the internet intermittently.  Little cat resting happily & peacefully on my lap.  Until this afternoon.  I wandered into the living room to do a some situps & pushups, when a largish brown smudge on the curtain drew my attention.  How could a brown smudge get that far up, I'm thinking.  Closer inspection reveals the full horror:

 That sucker was big!  More than an inch!  AAaaauh!  I cannot abide a moth - can any knitter & lover of wool?  It does not matter if the thing eats wool or not, the whole concept disturbs me to the depths of my being.  

To the rescue: my little Huntress.  She chased that abomination all around the livingroom, and the thing had the decency to flutter along the carpet for her, too, I can say that much in its favor.  This may be one reason cats are popular among knitters . . .

If you can handle it, there's a close shot of the monster under the picture of my defender.  Roll your mouse over if you dare.