What's that? No, I haven't grown another tail.
It's Mousey. Not Fin's Mousey, but kinda.
See my parents knew how much Angel Fin loved her Mousey. So when they found the look alike they bought it for her as a spare. Of course Angel Fin knew it was not Mousey, and rejected it immediately. Mousey the Second went into the hall cabinet for years.
Flash forward to an ample-sized kitten learning to open cabinet doors. Jackpot. I got a little Mousey of my own. Mousey is no Ratty but I do love to play with her. That's right my parents didn't even notice this Mousey was a girl!
How you doin?
Where's Mousey the First you may be asking. Mousey lives on the highest shelf in our office (oddly enough where even I can't reach). He watches over us while we work. Mom likes to look up at him and imagine Angel Finny is close by.