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Note: This post was originally published in a slightly altered form at womensmemoirs.com. My late kitty, Mittens, didn’t have much personality.  As my friend and co-author, Debbie, once observed, “he’s one notch above a stuffed animal.”  I argued for two notches, but she had a point.  Poor guy.  It wasn’t his fault that he was born with no street-smarts or even house-smarts, and slept 23-3/4 hours a day.  He was also terribly timid and ran away meowing if he even saw an ant.  The most dangerous thing he ever attacked was a Starbucks straw.  So imagine my shock and amazement when Mittens caught and killed a mouse in our living room, just a few weeks before he died. It goes to show, you never know what someone is capable of.  Furthermore, “what someone is capable of” is not fixed or finite; it changes and shifts as we evolve.  I’ve seen this truth play out (to one mouse’s misfortune) in many … Read on