Looking through my window across the Blue River valley, there is a calico cat splayed out, flat on its stomach, lounging on the ridge line of Angler Mountain. Asleep, the feline’s brilliant golds, chocolate browns, with hints of rust, black and tan, all colorful patches stretch and spread far and wide, resting on top of forests of evergreen trees. The winds rise, and our cat’s fur shimmers in the mid-day sunlight. This mouser’s colors change by the day; and sometimes by the