Merlin is the only pure bred amongst our 5 gorgeous sweetkitties. Each of the other cats in our house belongs officially or unofficially to one person in the house, mine being Prozac and technically Merlin, but ever since she had her babies, she's been considered the communal cat. She appears to be loving enough, and is quite happy to give you a leg rub--if you happen to be in the vicinity of the fridge.

If anyone dares move into the kitchen area, she will run with amazing speed to whereever she is in the way the most and start screaming her head off. Not meowing, not talking or even nagging--the consensus is that her screaming can be heard 3 blocks down. Neighbours have been tempted to call the SPCA. She will continue her tirade until someone gives in to her wiles and offers her some milk in much the same way the primitive people offered meat and fruit in sacrifice to their Gods. At the very least, I'm sure this is how she sees it. She will then finish her treat in record time, in order to pester you for something more. If your something is not good enough, it means double punishment--she will claw up your leg, informing you that no, that was not what she meant and would you get her the right snack this time. Now.

My father has no sympathy for her, and she is often left wondering what on earth happened as she travels out the kitchen at high speed by the scruff of her neck.