Beatrice was a feral kitten living in a ditch in rural Ontario, probably due for an early death, when she was rescued by someone and given to the OSPCA. She lived there for a while and became a favourite of the staff. Then my kids saw her, then my wife, and before I could say no, I was at the OSPCA filling out adoption papers. She's a champion mouser, sometimes even bringing them to me. She's otherwise quiet and serene, affectionate and passive, and she gets along with Rosie The Wonder Dog and Cosmo The Other Dog. Twice a day, usually morning and evening, she gets her exercise by racing back and forth through the house, but anytime she can be found playing with her toy mice. She doesn't go outside as we live on a busy street close to a highway.

The previous cat, Boots, is dearly missed by the girls in the family, and grudgingly by me. He was a screamer at night and most often had to spend the night outdoors. Strangely, the neighbours loved him.

Peace, Mooh.