More, he promptly darted in and sprang upon Anne's lap with a half-pleading, half-triumphant "miaow." "Anne," said Stella severely, "do you own that animal ?" "No, I do NOT," protested disgusted Anne.

"The creature followed me home from somewhere.

I couldn't get rid of him.

Ugh, get down.

I like decent cats reasonably well; but I don't like beasties of your complexion." Pussy, however, refused to get down.