She climbed into my laundry basket, curled up in my laundry, and is now preventing me from folding anything. She looks absurdly comfortable. Half-buried in my socks and shirts – is this the ferocious hunter who can toss a mouse three feet in the air? Yes, it is.
I’m okay with her tossing mice, even though it’s horrible, because mice are also horrible. I bet people have nightmares about mice.