Squeak aka Bittie

When I was a kitten, I had a playmate called Squeak. Or Bittie. I believe it depended on who was speaking to her. Myself, I called her Bad-Temper-Yanks-Whiskers-Out.

My whiskers.

It was embarrassing.

When I grew up, and became larger than her, the whisker yanking stopped. What fun it was chasing her up and down the stairs! Or being chased!

She moved out when the young female staff left the house. I hear that she now has a balcony where she can contemplate the deaths of birds and plants where she can kill fishflies.

Cats have wonderful lives!

I must go now. All this remembering has tired me. I need a nap.