Rosie & Mouse

I took this picture a couple of days after Hubs found Mouse and brought her home. It's now been six weeks and not only is Mouse still alive (her eyes were barely open when we got her), she is thriving. She's still too small to terrorize the house, but she's figured out how to climb up and jump down the stairs and how to clamber into a lap of whomever is sitting in front of the 'puter. Especially if that person is wearing a fleece bathrobe! She is even starting to use the litter boxes. (Hurray!)

The Other Cat is not too happy about this new addition to the family. But her dish is still in its customary place (on the bathroom counter, safe from Rosie and Mouse) and our bed is still her bed (Mouse can't climb or jump that high--yet), so she still graces us with her presence. And her presents: this morning it was a large mouse (about the size of Mouse) in the driveway.

Hubs briefly considered changing Mouse's name to "Gen" because he found her under a generator at work. Popular opinion seems to be sticking with "Mouse."