While staying with John's family in England, we had excellent feline company. Her name is Pippa, black female, 4 years old, very soft and sweet. Owned by John's niece. She could handle about anything, even small children, nothing seemed to bother her. How different from Fister! Although we were together for 10 days, she didn't come in our bed, although we did leave the door open a few times.

Pippa had access to the garden through a cat flap and was in and out all the time. One morning she came wandering down the garden with her very own Christmas treat - a mouse that she had caught. - No, she didn't eat it!!

Here are some pics showing her playing with the poor fellow. Nature is tough isn't it. At least it doesn't happen too often, and she rarely catches birds.

For those of you who don't want to see her prey, please move on to another thread.