For the mouse, the Moon is made of cheese. for the cat, the Moon is made of fish. but both are looking at she as if it were made of sweet candy. Actually, I think that (by his libidinous gaze) they are not in love with the Moon, they want to have sex with the Moon.
I promised my dear friend Rossichka, my next cat would be for her, Rossichka, here it is. (I think this cat is not Minnaloushe, Ha Ha)