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This is Catherine. Don't let the sweet face fool you. She's a hellion. A hellion, who's finally been broken of the pesky habit of dropping hot steamy biscuits in our living room! Huzzah! And she has a penchant for sneaking in drawers and confined spaces. So earlier when hubby and I hadn't seen her all day, we didn't panic, because she hides. But she wasn't sleeping on top of my sewing material. And she wasn't antagonizing the boy, Moshe. And she wasn't felting Timo's shoelaces. And now... hours later? We found her. In the cupboard where the furnace is locked away. How she got in there is a mystery, but we suspect she's been in there since this morning. Other than being mighty dusty, she's no worse for wear, but has a hearty appetite. Poor closet kitteh.

Moshe, our other cat, should have said something. I rather think he was probably happy just to have the house to himself. Moshe is the inspiration for every word I write on Crooks. And though he hasn't quite figured out that he's neutered, and she's neutered - that doesn't stop him from giving it the old college try. For which Catherine soundly beats his ass.