Sven...The Cat

A good mouser is always welcome on a ranch, and with all the predators, you are bound to have more than a few cats over the years. Our first cat on the property was given to us by a family at church who found him in a hole by the road, his mother and siblings having been killed. He was very very small, and reclusive for a while, but that has changed. Levi named this little pest (that's what he is) Sven...yes Sven, pronounced just like it's spelled. Though extremely cute on the outside, his mentality towards everything is "Kill it...Kill it....." The only time you can pet him is when he's dead asleep, the rest of the time he's busy attacking you. That said, I am grateful to have such a vicious cat to fearlessly slay all evil-doers...or at least try.