Stop messing around and come up here and feed me.

This is pussy, my favourite pet really. She lives on the top floor, and only appears on the first landing when she wants feeding, which is about twice a day, and sings a little song over the bannister. She is so elusive that I have only blipped her once before, when she fell asleep on my bed, also on the first floor. In calendar years she is 17, a good age for a cat, and which is even older than me by human standards; I think we two are growing old together gracefully.