This little ball of fuzz recently acquired the distinction of being our family’s first pet. She comes from a long line (OK, maybe not so long) of aviation mousers. Her parents help keep the airport’s cargo area free of rats.
Unfortunately, the rats currently outweigh Bilas, so for now, she has to content herself with just growing up. It’s a hard-knock life to be sure—what with all the warm milk, love, and attention she gets from the kids. I’d say she’s adjusting well, although her penchant for Jon’s work boots might indicate a little nostalgia for the smells of her previous home.