31 Aug 11. If there is one animal I truly don't like, it would be house cats. For many reasons, not the least of which is the destruction they are wreaking on song birds, but then, since they are by nature hunters, I guess my feelings in this one case should be directed to those who irresponsibly let them outside. And of course, since I really don't like them, they all go out of their way to rub against my leg, or jump in my lap, or worse. All except for Tom. Tom is one of a pair of brother sister cats who live with Mini, although from Mini's perspective, they don't exist. During the first 7 weeks I was house sitting Tom either gave me a wide berth or would come up and ask for attention, and then HISS at me and try to swipe me with his claws if I provided same. Nice cat. About three days prior to the end of my "visit", Tom suddenly became this totally affectionate little pussy who wanted nothing more than to jump in my lap, rub against me, and /or put his butt in my face. A truly delightful experience. Tom liked to bring "presents" into the garage and leave them for me, things he had either killed or maimed and then left to die, including, on one occasion, a large rodent like animal that had crawled into a shoe to expire. I only found it after the garage aroma led me there. A real treat! During this past week I've found a couple of maimed and dead small rodents in our garage at the property, and I'm wondering if Tom is providing us with an early welcome aboard package. I guess time will tell. Meanwhile I fond two very small, but real cute, mice in the basement Tuesday to which Jan's first comment is we need a cat. WRONG. So now I have a puzzle to solve that I think needs rapid attention. How did they get in, and why were both of them near death at the time I found them, one in the tub and the other in the middle of the floor. And where was Tom? ISO 200; 1/250 sec @ f / 9.