It was a beautiful day. A butterfly floated ever so gently above the head of my white cat Suki. She gazed at it doing it's flutter dance for quite some time, and I thought, "Wow, this is so peaceful." I smiled. She looked more like a kitten than a four-year-old tabby as she began to softly paw the insect. Awww. Before I knew it, Suki had smashed the butterfly between her front paws and it quickly began its descent to the grass below. With some aggression, the cat pounced on the creature - and just as swiftly as this peaceful moment began, Suki stuck the Monarch in her mouth, the orange wings sticking out of her ever-so-delicately drawn face. She ate that butterfly and later puked it up.