How could I resist naming a cat "Mouse?" What an amazing animal she was. Full grown she weighed 14 pounds and wasn't fat. I watched her catch a bird when she was 12.
I had a bookshelf over my bed; it had high school yearbooks and heavy books like that on it. The cat always wanted to climb on it. I tried to discourage this. One night I was almost asleep when all these books started slipping down and dropping on my head, there's this cat frantically grabbing at the books trying not to fall. The last things that hit me were a law book and a 14 pound cat.
I was pissed, then I looked at the cat on my chest. She had this mystified look on her face, like her her world had just collpased around her (it had) and she had no idea what to do next. I cracked up laughing. The look on her face was priceless, unforgettable.
This one is Nikki. I just got her from a shelter. She's hiding in the bathtub.
The last things that hit me were a law book and a 14 pound cat.
D'oh! That's gonna leave a mark!