The day after we adopted Ratlet from the park, I heard Lyra Meadow shrieking in the yard. “There’s a mouse in my shirt!”
Apparently one of the cats was carrying a mouse, and when Lyra went to investigate, the cat dropped its prey, which immediately ran to perch on Lyra Meadow’s foot, just as the rat had for me the day before. Apparently it wasn’t satisfied with its safety there, so it hopped up into her pant leg, scampered all the way up her pants, all the way up her shirt, and when I got there it was peeking out of her collar. I put out my hand, and it ran up my arm to perch on my shoulder, as far away from the cat as possible.
Williamses are apparently known friends to all woodland creatures.