Spuddy was the cowgirl among our cats. She wouldn’t just catch the mouse. She wouldn’t just eat the mouse. She was the cat who had to bring it live into the house to show off to the others. Back at the old Anchovy World Headquarters we had a neighbour, Joseph, who used to say, “That Spud, she don’t give a damn.”
Here’s the Night Rider’s Lament for all the cowgirls who just don’t give a damn.
27th Street 
This is my first visit to your blog. I chuckled when I read about Spud bringing the mouse live into the house. She reminded me of my cat Maytag, though he’s still a youngster. I watched the video and then I read the post below about poor Spud’s demise. It’s a little odd to be so moved by a photo, a song, and some heartfelt words about a cat I never knew, but I suppose those of us who love our animals can empathize with another’s loss. My condolences to you and yours.
thanks Noturus