So Liz, was Ceramin what you discovered when you performed a feline lobotomy? We once had a cheerful little kitten who was so stupid we named it Eric-the-half-a-cat. Other cats would go mad eating liver and bacon; Eric would proudly stand guard over a pile of chopped onion. But he was a dear soul and died far too young. We've had cats in bath tubs, cats stuck up trees, and cats spending hours playing with a dead squirrel (we were bored, we watched and provided commentary, no television you know, a great stimulus to the intellect) but as far as I know we never had a cat playing moth.