My friends across the hall have this cat, Foss, who is black and big and fluffy, the fluffiest you have ever seen. Next to our cats, he is incredibly quiet and well behaved. We can barely hear him over there. Some days when we can hear our friends rustling around in the kitchen, we will mimic Foss’s meowing, and they go: “Is that Foss?” This, of course, makes us to laugh like hyenas. Finally they realize it’s us over here being silly. Our kitten swipes a small paw through the underside at the little enemy (who is just a big baby when you think about it). Hurray for the little heads! The meek shall purr and purr and inherit the earth.