Sophie, my oldest cat, had a nightly ritual that she's been doing since she was young (she's now 12). Around 9 each night, she brings me one of her stuffed mice toys and lays it at my feet. The way she does it cracks me up. She usually retrieves whatever mouse is in my bedroom at the time. From there, she starts making these strange little cries as she walks from my bedroom to the family room. It's the only time that she makes that particular sound. Once she drops the toy at my feet, she will sit there until I pet her on the head and say "thank you Soph." With her work as a mouser done, she goes back to her perch on the back of my armchair. Oh, I'm sorry. Her armchair. No one else sits there but her.

Oh, but she's also been a bad kitty of late. She started chewing on her front paw on Friday (she's had issues over the years with overgrooming). I put an e-collar on her, which usually does the trick. The paw was healing nicely, until yesterday. By the time I got home from work/riding, her paw was a bloody mess. I figured at the time that she was rubbing it against the collar. So off to the emergency vet we went. They gave her a cortizone shot and bandaged her paw. When I got up this morning, she was sitting in her armchair, no bandage in sight. Argh! It turns out that the e-collar wasn't restricting her movement enough. She was able to pull off the bandage (and a fair amount of her hair) and lick her paw again. I adjusted the e-collar to further limit her range of motion, but not before completely pulling my own hair out. She's gonna be the death of me. We go back to the vet tomorrow.