Nigel the Wondercat who Believed in Himself

Last January I discovered that the cat who lived in our crawl space, who wasn't our cat, but the cat of Wabi Sabi Hill, whom we affectionately have called Dahlia, wasn't really doing her job because I discovered signs of rodents in my kitchen....aaggh.....understanding that we have goats and live next to a restaurant this could be expected, but I was still disturbed, and so I told my husband, "we need a cat". And so the search began.
In February we went to NOAH in Stanwood with one cat in mind, but Gordon chose the cat he felt would be the cat we needed.
And so we took home the cat we called Nigel. Nigel tore his way out of the transport box and spent the rest of the trip sitting on my lap.

When we got Nigel home we realized that he was enormous and when he played with the toys we got him, he would lay on his back and bat at them....with great vim and vigor....but he wouldn't run and jump and play. We decided....Well....he's definitely a Stewart. When he went outside for the first time, we laughed because he couldn't climb a tree. My friend came over and said, "That cat won't be able to catch a cold".
And so Nigel got into our hearts.....he is decidedly Gordon's cat and welcomes people to the restaurant and has found his way into our hearts.
But....this cat whom we thought was really not a mouser has left little gifts for us on the walkway, but I still really didn't think that our "fat cat" was the one doing the work.
Well....this morning as I sat on my porch drinking my coffee I watched Nigel with a mouse in his mouth and I watched him tease the mouse and chase the mouse and kill the mouse. My heart is overwhelmed with pride at our fat cat who I really didn't believe would be the mouser we needed believed in himself, and is a fine mouser.....who catches way more than colds here on our little hill.