Dear Cat #1,
You may recall that a scant few weeks ago I sang your praises as Exalted Eater of All Moths. I regret to inform you that we will no longer be needing your services.
You have been observed treating several of your person’s small craft items as if they were “fresh kills.” This began last week with the pincushion. Your person shudders to think what would have ensued had you swallowed one of those pins.
Today, you were spotted carrying a small skein of handspun yarn from the craft room. HR will be coming for your keys later this afternoon.