You may remember that her first fortnight here, Maya Pavlova chased a mouse from the guest bedroom into the (empty) bathtub and I grabbed the mouse in a yogurt container before she could kill it and dispatched it into the great outdoors. (I may not have mentioned that little detail.)
Well, there must be a mouse nest in or behind the walls of the guest room closet, because Miss Maya has been stalking the place again, watching intently.
I came back from church and found a little dead mouse on the bathroom floor, duly chased and killed by the resident feline.
Which reminds me, I never posted my promised post on Rodent Ethics, The Prequel. Too busy in the squirrely groves of academe this fall. (Nota bene: within two hours of my posting course grades online a week ago, no fewer than three students wrote me to complain about their grades.)
In any event, the cat is earning her keep. My cat-sitters didn't say anything about mice, so this may have been my welcome back present.
La Pavlova has also been walking all over the computer and brushing my face with her tail. I'm getting the "Don't you dare go away again" look, too.