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 BerwickConfused...
The other thing my human does is worry needlessly about me. I like wandering round the neighbourhood but avoid fights (I'm white so every little scratch shows up) but if I'm out after dark she comes looking for me. I'm formulating a theory that this is due to the fact that this is my umpteenth home. She calls me a "rescue case", but I think it's her that I've rescued not the other way around. Fancy living in a cat-less home.... She also thinks I'm a bit strange for the following reasons. I don't want to chase bits of string and cork, I once ran away from a kitten that hissed at me (you should have heard what it said! I was shocked that such a little thing should know such language), I slide along the window sills and the Berwick
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My human and I get on as well as any superior animal can get on with such dim witted beings, but I fail to understand why, when I get her up in the mornings she won't get my biscuits down off the top shelf. Recently, however I made a discovery... if I go under the sofa in the cooking room (when nobody's watching of course) I can drag out the unopened bag, scratch my way into it and eat to my hearts content. but my human gets annoyed with this and says something about them all going soft. I mean, what's a cat to do?