Pixie - a mischevious spirit:
Well when Pixie first came to me, the first thing I did was take pictures and email them out to friends & family, asking for suggestions. I received several suggestions....and was settling on Pixie. Then she discovered the closet door in the computer room. Always kept shut, it's the only way down to a crawl space under the house. (four and half foot tall crawl space, well lit.) Now, you have to pull several boxes out of the closet, flip up the rug, then crawl down a ladder to get there. Couldn't find the cat....saw the door was open....but nothing disturbed...hmmmm. Still....no sign of her elsewhere...so pull everything out, climb down...yup...there she was. Get her, get back up the ladder.....put everything back....firmly close the door this time.
An hour later....no cat. Door open, again. Pull everything out, flip up the rug....and there she is, sitting on the ladder. Of course, the minute I reached for her, down the ladder she went. Right at that point, I called her a witchy B.... At which point she starts circling the ladder, meowing woefully, help me help me...can't get back up. Uh huh. Sure. We had a bit of an arguement....and then she trotted right back up the ladder, smug as can be.
So far this is the only door she's proven she can open - and it's now locked.
So now her name is Pixie Witch - Pixie for short.