Our cat Henry used to launch into all sorts of orations when a moth came into the house. They hang around on the ceiling, or on light fixtures, where the cat can’t get them. This is highly unsporting and worthy of the most severe censure, which Henry would eloquently supply. Hmm, I have a translation somewhere… Ah!
“Come down from there, you coward! I triple-dog dare you to come down from there! What’s the matter–scared? You moths are all alike!” He could keep it up all night. And sometimes did.