My Goodness - Cutsie is indeed one special cat, which anyone ought to know after learning that he killed a mouse after returning from Boston. I hope that he was not too upset over the fact that he, a natural born predator and eater of mice, was not allowed to dine upon his catch, but then I suppose the mouse may have had worms or strange little bugs that could have been passed on to Cutsie, so perhaps you were wise. While it certainly sounds that the one-eyed cat has been in at least one fight that did not turn out so well for it, I praise Cutsie for having the common sense not to brawl with this brawler. Mostly, though, I must say that when I looked upon the image of Cutsie, I felt both warmth and sorrow, just as I do when I see any white-faced, white-breasted orange cat, for they all remind me of the good and gentle soul, Thunder Paws, who died one year ago next Wednesday, in the jaws of a neighbor's dog that invaded our yard and took his beautiful life.

So there is danger, even when the cat learns to stay home.

And by the way, I too love your gentle Cutsie, even though I have never met him, for he is a cat and that is good enough for me. And I love the one-eyed cat. Yes, I do, for even though it is a brawler, it is special too.