Let me share a little about this mouser.
He is an indoor cat by our choice, and somehow he manages to maintain a svelte 14 pounds. I'd guess he is 15 years old. He's actually my wifes... she's had him around longer than me and, without having ever discussed it, I know where I stand if it were to come down to him or me.
He, like most cats, likes to wake people up around 4 a.m. by crunching up misplaced plastic shopping bag or, my personal favorite
, he paws at our hollow core doors. When this became too annoying, we locked him in the basement. I use the term "locked" loosely because he is the only cat I know that can be isolated with a 24" high baby gate. For as long as I can remember he won't jump a baby gate, or onto a table, or a window... he WILL climb up to these things... perhaps you'll recall his expertise with stairs. His less than redeeming values include biting, dropping occasional dingle berries on the steps, and refusing to move from step 5, even if there is a basket of laundry coming.
HOWEVER, my kids could carry him by his tail, and he wouldn't bat an eye at them. He may bite me when they're done with him, but he is uncharacteristically gentle with the little ones. So, he gets to stay... in our home.... where he chooses to do... nothing.