DingBat: Sascha (lil vampire)

Sascha has the tiniest voice I've ever heard, a squeak of monumentally insignificant proportions, but she can purr for Britain.

She's my vamp cat, with sticky out teeth that she loves to stick in the back of my hand if I'm not stroking her ears enough.

Story 1: the dietary oddities and complaints of a 'fraidy puss

Sascha always leaves the litter box at high velocity, and if I'm anywhere near it, I leave the room at the same speed, following the vapor trail. pooh, tinky!

I've not worked out why she always barfs twice though.. a hairball and some extra. Unwanted kibble, and some extra. Oooh look, chicken, and some extra. Only and always twice, not once, not three.

She likes to sit in the conservatory and complain about the pigeons and the magpies, but doesn't cross the doorstep as she thinks it's always raining outside due to training with a little spray of water when she first came here as a rescue cat.

Story 2

She's a 'fraidy puss, never quite sure if she's going to run or sit for a stroke. Trouble is, this affects how she deals with birds. She's decided the best way to chase them is to shout at them first, and not actually bother about stepping out of the doorway into the garden.

Story 3

Sadly she has only one true talent, an almost tangible vapour trail as she exits her litter box at velocities unknown to man. An almost time shifting blur, where she can be in another room before your nose hairs begin to panic, her path detectable only by the trail of damaged space particles, or maybe kitty litter, in her wake.