not quite so innocent

Oh yes, she's the picture of innocence.

On this wet and cold windy day here in Ontario, 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)

hugs, Deb