This is another of our four cats. Her name is Mieze, as in "Mieze-Katze" which is the German for "pussycat". Her name used to be "Mice" -- i.e. the Latvian version of Mieze, since her first owners were Latvian. That named caused a lot of confusion at the vets office--they couldn't figure out why a cat would be called "Mice". We took Mieze when they moved back to Latvia after having lived in Michigan for a number of years. She is very sweet with us, but stubbornly shy with strangers. She bolts into the basement when someone who is not us comes to the house. She also gets along fine with her co-cats--they play together and even though sometimes the two boy cats are a bit aggressive she doesn't seem to really be scared around them the way she is around people. The only cat she had some problems with was a cute little grey cat we looked after for some months. I think she felt her role or position as "cute, little girl cat" was being usurped and that made her slightly less friendly towards that cat. She is the only one of our four cats who still has her front claws which she puts to good use making abstract "works of art" on our walls and furniture. She hardly ever uses them with her cat-siblings. The little white fluffy thing is her special toy. Besides playing with it and carrying it about, she carrys on quite extensive conversations with it-in a way that she doesn't speak to us or her sibs...But she does most of this when we are not looking--if you try and catch her in the act of talking or playing with it she quickly adopts a perfectly nonchalant stance--as if to imply she has no idea how the toy came to be where it is or where all the noise was coming from we just heard. Its her own little secret, except that its not really...
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