Squit is part siamese and part tabby. He’s not the brightest bulb in the socket, and all you have to do to know this in your gut is to look into those crossed eyes and that gives it all away. He eats too much, probably from all the anxiety he feels when the other cats have their tiffs.

Squit (aka Squitty, Squeepee, other silly things) came to us several years ago a thin throwaway. He had been around for a couple of days when I followed behind him as he walked from north of the house to well south of it. He never knew I was behind him. That he was well-domesticated became obvious - we always felt his mind had been blasted somehow. Gradually he recovered and went through another kitten phase (difficult to deal with when the cat involved is probably three years old and rather large).