Caturday

Linda's female cat, Mischief.

Now, Dad always referred to any cat that was annoying him as "mischief," so I was inclined to view the dubbing of the little, grey girl-kitten with this same title as asking for trouble. She hasn't been violent or aggressive through all the years Linda has had her; indeed, she's inclined to disappear when irritated or confronted with changed circumstances, like a puppy, only to reappear, none the worse for wear, a few days later. Either she lives in the wild, or she finds a cranny to hide in somewhere in Linda's basement.

Thursday night, after the debates, Mischief tracked blood into Linda's kitchen. It wasn't hers, which has left us with the mystery of just whose blood it was.