My name is Snowball—Miss Snowball Kitkin.
I was called Snowball because I am quite white all over, and very soft and fluffy.
There are four of us altogether—Kitty, Tabby, Fluffy, and me.
When we were very little we used to live up in the stable loft with our Mother, and she used to teach us all the things a cat should know.
We did not like learning very much, but I don't believe anyone ever does.
It was horrid having to wash our faces every morning, and I used to wish I was black like Kitty, then I need not have been so particular, but Mother said that was all nonsense.
When we were clean and tidy, we had breakfast out of the brown saucer; we liked that, especially when Cook remembered to sweeten the milk with lumps of sugar.
As soon as we were old enough to go out by ourselves, we had fine fun.
But one day Tabby very nearly got himself into trouble.
Tabby, you see, was rather a bold, bad kitten; he was always wanting to fight people, and one day he thought it would be splendid to have a quarrel with Mike.