She may look peaceful now, but at 11pm last Thursday I came out of laundry-folding mode to find her milling around ON TOP OF my toaster oven. I screamed so loudly she jumped and hit her head on the upper kitchen cabinets, then scrambled like all hell to get out of my way.
Her wild eyes were fixed on that escape hatch (cat door) and she made it out in one piece. The doormat and food/water bowls suffered the most damage, as did the mosquito I found dead on the counter behind the sink yesterday morning.
So it wasn’t about a curious feline afterall. Trixie was simply protecting her people from intruders.
Thank God we have her.