Cats and mice, from a thirteenth-century English bestiary.
I walked into the kitchen yesterday afternoon and nearly jumped when a small brown animal dashed out from behind the dishrack and into the stove via one of the burners. Now, mice are more appealing than certain vermin one might come across in this city (New York rats usually weigh about 200 pounds and have prison tattoos), but it's not the most hygienic beast to share a home with, so I went into the bedroom to consult with the cat, where she sat calmly and regally on the bed.
"Mishea, there's a mouse in the kitchen."
She absentmindedly licked her paw.
"Are you going to do something about that?"
"Heck of a job, Brownie!"
She put her head down and went to sleep.
I guess we have two pets now.
(By the way, the image comes from a wonderful site called The Medieval Bestiary that looks like it can provide hours of fun and manuscript descriptions.)
(Tattoo update coming soon).