
Does this little fluff ball of pure white goodness look like the devil to you? No? Me neither... but she is! Mimi (much bigger now than in the picture), is quickly becoming the poster child for keeping cats indoors. I wish we could keep her in, but it is too late, and too difficult with managing all the dogs and doors and windows and schedules. This summer I had to stop feeding my birds and birdwatching at home - I felt like I was leading the little fellows to the slaughter. Mimi does not discriminate: that I know of, she has killed house sparrows, black-capped chickadees, house finches, dark-eyed juncos, and bewicks wrens. Oh, and baby moles and mice. She also has a giant grey male cat she tarts around with; he waits for her on our front steps or underneath my car. But, the icing on on the cake was Sunday. One of our really nice neighbors (about 3 houses down) came over and told us Mimi has regularly been going to their house and beating up their cats!! On Saturday, she mawled one so bad it had to go to the vet for several wounds... The neighbors asked if it was okay for them to start spraying her with the hose or squirt bottles when she comes over... of course we said yes. I feel like such an arse! When little Mimi is with us, she is one of the softest creatures I've ever felt, sweet as can be, plays with dogs, is calm, is quiet, etc. But boy, she becomes one heckuva ripper out there in the hood. Crazy. Okay, don't tell anyone, because in certain circles I still say I have an indoor cat or don't admit to having a cat at all.....




