Mimi was an odd critter.
She was a bobcat domestic mix, and she was lucky to NOT look like what she was.
[Could have gotten in trouble in NY over her. All for the misfortune(?) of having her be born on my porch.]
She could hunt without equal, somehow got the parakeet out of the cage, cage supsended six to seven foot in the air off a hook from the ceiling.
Cat got the cage door open, bird out, and then played with him until he was todt.
Then she dropped him at my feet.
[Cat was jealous.]
She didn’t mind dogs, and she didn’t like being outside.
It messed her fur up and she was rather picky about that.
Mimi sounds like a Great Friend. No wonder you miss her. For how long after messing up her fur did you have to say, Nice Mimi, I am sorry?