While I've been in town, packing, moving and unpacking, the cats have
been looked after on the island by their Grandmeowmie. She even moved
down into my shack so 'they wouldn't be lonely at night'. (Yes, they
have her firmly wrapped around their little paws. She spoils them like
she would any grandchild.)

My mother reports that, the other night, she was woken by Miranda, who
was playing with something, making huge leaps and batting something
around. Mum turned on the lights and saw that she had a grasshopper. She
played and played with it, then finally took it back outside.

A little later, when Mum was just drifting back to sleep again, she is
startled by Miranda, who'd come back in and was playing again. Mum turns
on the light, expecting to see the grasshopper again, but this time,
Miranda had another shrew. Mum's not sure if it was alive when Mir
brought it inside, but it was dead by the time she turned on the lights.
Miranda is really taking this huntin' business seriously! I like to
think that Nikki is lending her a guiding paw.