Our evening stroll around the yard brought us upon Gravy (named because she was gray... and Teddy was about 6.)
Her history is muddled... coming to us sometime around one of the floods in '09 or '10.
She is our great gray hunter. Our prairie tiger. Our killing machine #1.
Almost every day she leaves (because I am too slow/dumb/lame to kill my own) a treasure for us on the deck or doorstep.
Don't tell the other feline fur-children but she is my favorite.