Missie

Well, Missie may be grown up now (she had her first birthday a couple of months back) but she is still cute.

As is typical for cats, she has a variety of sleeping positions, and one day I caught her looking particularly cute sprawled on Kyla's bed.

A couple of weeks ago one of the kids came running through the house (not unusual despite the no running in the house rule) shouting (also not unusual despite the inside voices only rule) "Missie's got a mouse!" (very unusual!).

I bravely (or not) followed them down the hallway to see said mouse, only to have one of the kids inform me that it was now in my office, between a chest of drawers and the wall. Missie was trying backing up their statement by pacing around the drawers looking intently for the mouse.

I moved the drawers, and she was able to herd it back into the entry, where she proceeded to continue to play with it before Daryl rescued the mouse and dispatched it into the creek. We figured that was more humane than letting Missie bat at it, which would have been a slow and painful death. So it appears that Missie is not just ornamental after all?