Sally left me 12 kittens. Walked out of the door and never came back. My favourite, Aries, Grey and Tina. Tina was the firstborn. Her skin was exactly as Sally’s. She fended for Grey since Aries, the only white and brown kitten, was Yvi’s favourite by birth right. They were nothing but everything like their mother, only in tiny and more concrete ratio.
Aries loved himself. He’s obsessed with himself and if anything went south, he would cry… like a little baby. His dominance chased everyone else who eyed the throne. My house was his. He could even sleep on my pillow and I would feel nice taking pictures of how peaceful he laid on my bed.
Grey was so scared of me but she was Aries favourite. She hid from me scratched when I gave her a bath so, Carol, a girl I had a mad crush on used to wash her. Carol had no scratches whatsoever… but she could sleep there. She would sleep where Tina sleeps. Tina slept where there was food. She would call Grey over but if water was boiling, if the catnip was boiling, if Yvi was taking that long bath, then they’ll sleep where Yvi slept.
They would all play at the foot of my bed… patiently waiting…
Hello, I’m Sally sayid the Cat.
You can get in bed if you take a bath. Sally liked the carpet better. … and slowly, the first generation of The Psychology of Cats.