Oh yes, she's the picture of innocence.Annie finds a warm spot on top of the dryer. She's tired as she had quite a busy morning. Now, I thought this was the only mouse in our house.
But, living in a 120 year old clapboard home, it is unheard of to get through a winter without at least one mouse finding it's way in somehow. We do live across the street from a field, afterall.
I came home and walked into my office to find 'the mouser' standing over her trophy. I imagine I was to be the recipient of her gift. *groan*
Well, a cat is a cat so I patted her on the head, the mouse was removed promptly and that was that.
But, somehow this has changed how I look at Annie as her innocence has dimmed just a little.
I guess she feels quite proud, and now, after joining me in watching Downton Abbey last night, she has requested a new title in our house of four cats.
Her Ladyship, Madame Annie, Sovereign of the Distinguished Service Order.
(I do believe we shan't be able to live with her now)