Sweetie's job is well, being a sweetheart. She was a runaway teenage pregnant mom when she literally knocked on the front door. I fell in love with her as she playfully chased a butterfly in our garden. But her fancy footwork tackling a toy mouse makes me imagine that had she been born human, she would have given David Beckham a run for that soccer ball. I pity the occasional mouse she chances upon and thank her for helping me to imagine the inner lives of animals through her constant chatter. I know she has many stories to tell. It's just that I haven't quite mastered her language yet.