This is Millie with Toffee, a young cat who lives across the back lane. They met for the first time last week, stared fixedly at each other for a long time, spat politely once or twice, and hummed up and down the scale a little, just to establish that each was a fierce young tiger not to be trifled with.
Then Millie made her mind up that Toffee was in fact there to be trifled with, barged past her and let herself into Toffee's house through the open back door, played a little with Toffee's toy mouse, and disappeared into the further reaches of the kitchen, where no doubt she put her face into all the saucepans and any cupboards that were standing open. I called her in vain, and banged on the back door, also in vain, eventually walking round to the front door to tell the occupants that they were being burgled by an 8-month old kitten. Of course they fell in love with her, and told her so, and she, flushed with success, has tried to burgle them again several times since.
Then Millie made her mind up that Toffee was in fact there to be trifled with, barged past her and let herself into Toffee's house through the open back door, played a little with Toffee's toy mouse, and disappeared into the further reaches of the kitchen, where no doubt she put her face into all the saucepans and any cupboards that were standing open. I called her in vain, and banged on the back door, also in vain, eventually walking round to the front door to tell the occupants that they were being burgled by an 8-month old kitten. Of course they fell in love with her, and told her so, and she, flushed with success, has tried to burgle them again several times since.
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Millie sounds like a neighborly sort of kitten.
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