She finally told me her name. The power went out one night and I lit a large three wicked candle and set it on the livingroom floor. Mr. Tufts came over and looked at it and left. She came over and stuck her face into the flame, singeing her eyebrow whiskers. Unfazed, she did it again and I realized what was happening, shooing her away and placing the candle up where she couldn't reach.