For all my uncertainty about Minnie’s leg amputation, I have to say I am continuously struck by he adaptability and resilience. It was raining this morning and Minnie decided to climb up the woodpile and hole up at the top of the woodshed, there are some rags and some straw up there. This was where Flo used to live and sometimes still does.

Minnie clambered up the slick tarpaulin and onto the first pile, then up two or three more tarps and vanished up into the dry and sheltered woodshed. She also left us the liver of a mouse last night, she is taking care of herself.