I tossed and turned and went back to sleep. An extra hour of sleep felt good. I finally opened the upstairs door to be greeted by our three cats on the landing, all with a “what took you so long!” look on their faces. Then, the one I call, “skinny tail” (only because the others have fluffly tails) presented me with his prize. He knows. He knows he did good and is so proud of it. He dropped the mouse and rolled over on his side.

I’m wondering if the banging I heard in the middle of the night was the garbage men (it was garbage night in our neighborhood) or the cat chasing the mouse. He usually knocks things over in his chase.

I’m not proud to admit we had a mouse, most people would keep that quiet, but I’m very proud of this particular cat. I don’t like admitting I have a favorite, but he is my favorite cat. He’s spunky, he follows me around and sleeps at my feet when I’m on the computer. He is very much a dog except for his ability to catch mice. What makes it more admirable is that he has no front claws to catch mice with. He’s just so lightning fast. I’m sure the other two cats watched him from the sidelines with admiration. It was probably like watching Sidney Crosby work the puck down ice. The mouse didn’t have a chance. Note: The Russian Blue color of the cat is a nice way of saying, mousy gray. The color is identical!