Shortly after my Dad moved here for hospice care, his cat came to live here as well. Lily is an indoor cat, has a gimpy hip. Her main job is to act as Dad's constant companion, bed and lap warmer. Her second job, which she undertakes with great enthusiasm is to attack my dog (Maggie) at every opportunity. We try to redirect her to more functional tasks. Last night, she found the perfect diversion. I found a "not only dead, but most sincerely dead" shrew on my bedroom floor. Way to go, Lily!!!!