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I had noticed the others were a bit reluctant to play with me sometimes and apparently it's because I slap and kick harder than the others. I don't get this, but I'll try to Play Nice. The thing about play fights is that they're just play. Mum watches us carefully when we do it. It's important, she seems to be telling us. We're starting to notice each other's fur more. We're not all the same. Mum's black and white like me, but two of the others are all stripy and the other one's plain black. There are four of us, but we didn't understand numbers then.

I do now. I understand about One Head and Two Eyes and Three Cats Who Live Here and Four Paws. There may be other numbers but I don't think we need them. Or maybe we do.