The cat below was happily trying to catch butterflies — or at least it was until I turned up. My mere presence causing it to stop, give me a dirty look, and then set off somewhere else.
But, while departing in the most disgruntled manner it could muster, it must have been even more disappointed, as it was me who ended up bagging a butterfly. Admittedly not a big one. And by no other reason than sheer luck. But it was a butterfly nonetheless.