When I first saw him at our local animal shelter, Bones was an eight month-old Maine Coon, a bundle or fur and bones with patches of tar on his hind legs. I'll never find out why he wound up there, but to this day, he's always on the hunt for adventure, so he probably just climbed out of a window... Since I brought him home, he's made it his job to keep our garden free of rodents. He's the goofiest cat I know, with his massive tail and his high-pitched trill, but he's dead serious about his job. Every morning, come rain, shine, snow or blizzard, he begs to be let out into the garden to patrol the perimeter, keeping it free of invaders. Recently, when a stray cat and a friendly rescued dog attempted to invade his territory, he made it absolutely clear they would never try that again!