I have the most annoying cat in the world. Her name is Echo, because she followed me home one day while I was training to be a teacher in London. (I had only gone out for a packet of fags) I had shadowed a girl called Echo that day at Featherstone Comprehensive, (you follow the child around to every lesson they take without them knowing and make notes on your findings) and somehow the name stuck to the cat. She is a long haired tabby and when she miaows she cries BROWwwwN. It is ear splitting and uncompromising. She uses the same sound for everything, going out, wanting food, finding something interesting, wanting to come in, telling me she has deposited a fur ball in my washing, telling me she is in the garden, and so on.
My OH often shouts "go and play in the road" at her.
13 years later we still have Echo, no longer a mouser but a lounge lizard, there was a time when we employed five bells on her collar to warn the birds of their impending doom, and she learnt to walk in a way that stopped them from ringing.
When you stroke her you get arse in the face, when she settles she claws your legs, when you want to go somewhere she gets under your feet, then she looks angelically up at you and shouts BROWwwwwn.
The ones that drive you mad really do seem to live for ever don't they?
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