She stares out the window with only a lamp and the glow of the laptop illuminating the room. She types a few words, sighs, then deletes them. In the corner of the room, a cat fiddles with something on the floor. “Agnes, get away!” the woman calls out. She adjusts the lamp to see that it’s a moth that the cat has in its clutches. In one chomp the moth disappears into the cat’s mouth. Seconds later it flies out. The cat lets out a hellish screech. The woman closes the laptop, turns out the lamp, and goes to bed.