Posted: 2026-03-31

Freya

Freya was an extremely tragic and squeaky bean.

Her head was a bit too small for her body, and it made her look like an adult kitten. Her squeaker didn't work right, which made her sound even more tragic.

She was not actually black: she was a dark chocolate brown which only became visible in sunlight as she aged. This made her very difficult to photograph well.

She did excellent flops.

She would just be walking along, then, suddenly, sideways.

She liked to flop onto the warm patch — the central heating had a tear in one of the ducts, and while this was probably a giant fire hazard, it did mean there was a section of the loungeroom floor that was extremely warm when we used it.

I used to store the spare mattress vertically above my bed. She would sleep on top of it, and every morning she would bungee jump down onto me.

Ella was always a bit dominant, and would steal food and generally be first in line, but every night Freya would cuddle up to me in front of my chest — and she would defend that spot to the death. When I rolled over she would go to the other side.

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