"Night owl too, then, are you sir?"
The white kittypet leaped up onto the fence then down into Spencer's garden, her blue eyes friendly and warm. She was deaf in one ear ~ lucky, considering both her parents had been deaf ~ and she had very poor hearing in the other. But it didn't stop her from getting around, and as long as she continued to read lips as well as she could, straining to hear as much as possible, she would make her way through life just fine. Unless a dog got her, or an eagle. The stupid birds had been circling her house lately, which was partly why she had slunk away, trying to find another garden to relax in for a while until the massive eagles left. After all, they had got Drey ~ the poor grey tomcat had just been plucked from the ground and carried away, and he had never been seen since. The kittypets who knew him eventually had to come to the acceptance that he was probably never coming back, that he was dead.
Angel shifted from paw to paw and considered jumping up onto the bird house beside Spencer, then thought about asking him first. So, with a purr, she mewed, "So, sir, mind if I jump up beside you? The grass is quite cold, you know."[/b[