Finding Purpose

I acquired my cat Amaranthe 3 years ago.  She was a stray, starving to death, and although I'm not a cat person, I took pity on the poor creature and fed her, took her to a vet, and eventually adopted her.  She is not a very friendly cat.  She sleeps on my bed and sometimes allows me to pet her.  She hates my grandsons and runs for cover when they come near her.  She tolerates the attentions of my more quiet granddaughters, but would never be described as charming or sweet.  I've come to accept that she is what she is and not expect anything more.
When we moved to our new home in the country Amaranthe came with me and took up residence in my bedroom where she could quickly hide if approached by an undesirable visitor.  One night shortly after moving here I was awakened by a terrible yowling.  I wondered if I had forgotten to feed her.  I stumbled in the dark to the bathroom and found her food bowl full.  I returned to the bedroom and turned on the light.  There at my feet was Amaranthe with  a dead mouse.  Not eating it or playing with it, but presenting it to me as a gift.  We had been struggling with the vermin problem of country living and had set out traps and bait stations with little success.  If she hadn't just killed a mouse I would have kissed her right on her little cat lips!  Over the next few nights I continued to leave my bedroom door ajar and frequently she would bring me a mouse, or two.  No more yowling, thank goodness.
I am grateful that the indoor vermin population has been reduced to zero, but I am confident that if one of the little creatures sneaks in Amaranthe will make quick work of him.

So I didn't know Amaranthe was a mouser.  I thought she was pretty much useless, but I just hadn't found her calling yet.  Be careful about judging others.  They might just need a change in environment to fulfill their purpose.