She's re-assumed her vigilence since she got home.  Snuggling with me on the
couch, she's cognizant of every movement and every little sound, other than
Peaches, of course, who is constantly ringing bell toys and occasionally
chirping and doing other silly bird things :)

The trash men came... her ears perked up.  Oh, okay, that's normal, they
bang stuff around.  Then a shadow went across my front door.  She stood up,
body slightly quivering, eyes bright and pupils wide.  She growled, low in
her throat, like a tiger.  She was fully prepared to charge at the door.
That's my good little grey panther!

Jill