Here's about Squee. Again. *grin*

(Yes, Polar bear, you'd probably start defending Squee and proclaim me biased toward 'Mr Richie' but anyway... =p)

Between my mum and I, we have come up with numerous terms of description/nomenclature for Squee, whom btw, I hardly ever address by name save for meal times or when I'm looking for him...

Mum: Dennis the menace, pai kia, troublemaker, "full of nonsense", siao mao (literally translated as 'crazy cat')

Me: "full of rubbish", stoopid cat, (and then when addressing him directly...) 'oei!', 'stop it!', 'argh... (followed by frantic untangling of kitten from hair)'

Don't get me wrong. In no way is there any kitten/cat/crazy cat abuse going on in my home. Think of it as terms of endearment instead. Haha. And I CAN justify all of the names. So there. Btw, quipping from my friend, Squee does seem to have a death wish of some sort. As a palm-sized kitten he was ever prone to pawing his way and struggling when held up high, and there was one time he would have fallen from waist-height had it not been for my *ahem* quick reflexes. Then when he got older, he was fascinated by the going-ons 22 storeys down as seen from the ledge at the balcony. He would walk out onto the ledge and catwalk himself quite happily with cars zooming along the AYE below him. Once my dad caught him in action on the ledge directly perpendicular to the balcony ledge... THE ledge that is no more than 10 cm wide and would have required him to have stepped over NOTHING that would save him should he have slipped and fallen at the wrong (or right??) moment. Let's not forget the squirmishes between him and Richie. Typical scenario: Richie gazing serenely ahead of him, as calm and dignified as any cat can be... Then Squee comes sauntering/zooming/trotting by and gives Richie a light slap on the face with his little kitten paws before making his exit. When vexed enough Richie would show Squee who's boss. Tell me this kitten DOES NOT have a death wish?