This one is going to take a bit of explaining... even with the short version. My friends here will have all seen the many stories about my cat, Numfar (and are getting to see one here now that I've never shared on my LJ). She suffers from an excess of personality (but I'm really not complaining... because there's rarely a dull moment when she's around). Shortly after we first got her, she stole a Beanie Baby mouse from my husband's desk... and after returning it there only to have it stolen again a few times, he finally gave in and let her have it. Mister Mouse has had many wild adventures in our house, since Numfar likes to carry him all over the place and will very deliberately set him up to watch things for her (it's not uncommon to come home and find him watching the door... or to get out of the shower and find him staring back up at me).
Well, after nearly seven years, he was looking a bit worse for wear, so I hit the internet and bought a second one. It took a few weeks, during which time Numfar would move both Misters Mouse, one at a time, whenever she wanted them somewhere new, but eventually she started to prefer the new one and we retired the original Mr. Mouse for good.
One day, though, I came home and discovered that she'd apparently felt that the two Misters Mouse needed to be separated and set each down in identical poses, almost exactly equidistant on either side of the corner in the hallway. Sometimes, I really have to wonder what goes through her brain.
