Since I have grown older I have begun to speculate about all sorts of things. Such as: what is the taste of peanut butter? what is the taste of curry? (I found that out and it is too hot and spicy for me).
I had never run into the street without my jewelled halter, but a few days ago when it was sunny I squeezed under the front gate and sprang lightly up into the street tree. Unfortunately when I got to the first branch I saw people coming down the street, so was forced to jump off quickly. Lynettea tried to grab me, but I was too quick for her.
She said, 'that's pretty good for your age Diamond. I hope you haven't hurt your pawsies jumping down,' and a few other insulting remarks. She knows that I don't really like 'baby talk' and as for references to my age (fourteen years and ten months), how rude.