Trying it on

She’s beautiful, she’s 9 months old, she’s one of my grandcats. (The other one is an old lady and doesn’t climb the way she used to). This morning, having got rid of her owners for a bit, she decided to join us at breakfast. Her name is Mousse. I suggested Koshka , but she’s part of a Francophone household.

I’ve been getting used to her ways this Christmas; she has a tendency to wreck to lower reaches of the Christmas tree and to leap halfway up a curtain and dangle ther. She lives out of doors for lengthy stretches of time, playing fierce little games with her siblings, all but one of whom live round about.

She’s endlessly entertaining - but I don’t think I could live with her...