Louise is now my “most senior " cat, born around May 2009 and a member of this illustrious cat household since late summer 2009. One day she sat in front of my neighbour’s living room window and loudly demanded to be let in. The little kitten was completely starved and probably had to fight for her food more often, which is still evident in her eating behaviour today.

She has a terrible fear of children, so I assume that she was often teased by them and fled. Despite being reported to the animal protection, she is still not missing anywhere, not to mention that she doesn’t want to leave here, which she clearly showed several times, especially in the beginning. So every now and then I took her to the front door and opened it, with the result that Madame turned around majestically and went back into the house. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had slammed the door in my face.

Louise’s character fluctuates between clown and diva, the latter quality causing her trouble from time to time with Kalle, who loves to shoo little grumbling and hissing cats around. But that’s not as bad as it reads, minutes later the two get along again as if nothing had happened.