The cat of the house is Bailey. She is a torte domestic shorthair. She'll be 14 years old in '08. She was a shelter kitty, and earned her adopted circus name due to her antics as a baby.
Bailey still acts like a kitten and loves to play. I call her my "thousand dollar cat". That's because she decided to eat one of her play ribbons years back that resulted in many hospital trips and exploratory surgery before finding the culprit. Since then, needless to say, many of her toys are now supervised.
She's adjusted to farm life and enjoys keeping the house clear of visiting rodents. She does her job quite well but I could do without her surprise gifts that she brings to me in the bed sometimes! After catching my breath, I just say "Good Girl" and put the sacrificed critter outside. Luckily that hasn't happened in a while. I think the word spread fast and any further inhabitants decided to move!