Brigit
The cat at this house wasn’t scared of Brigit like that other one had been. He’d been batting a ball around the place, the toy giving off a ding-a-ling as it bounced off the walls and playpen. But when he saw Brigit at the door, he abandoned the ball, sauntered over, and raised his head to sniff Brigit’s chin.
She looked down at him. Hello, inferior species.
Undeterred, he raised a paw and tapped her cheek. You’re it! He ran off down the hall, the only participant in his game of tag. Couldn’t the silly cat tell she was on duty right now?