Let’s not beat around the bush, my cat Banchi is a savage beast who is dedicated to complicating or impeding almost every aspect of my domestic life. I take my morning shower; she falls into the bathtub and drenches herself. I turn my back on a nice bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats, an instant later, Banchi’s face is in there trying to steal some for herself. (She repeated this act not once, not twice, but thrice.) I open the fridge door to procure some milk, and in a lightning-fast manoeuvre, she hurtles inside and ensconces herself at the back of the bottom shelf. That damn cat! I had to drag her out by the paw.

Banchi is indefatigable in her mischief. Maybe that’s why I love that cat so much. I envy her relentless pursuit of her own amusement.

Cat ownership is nothing without a few weekly epiphanies.

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