I’ve had names before. Sounds and titles the humans chose for me. They’re just a claim over me, proving their ownership, their control. I hated them, I hated their names and I hated them. The new human says my name ought to be “Plum-cake by the fireplace”, or just Plum for short. I suppose it’s a nicer name than most, not that I’ll listen to it. Why should I? I won’t let another useless human believe I’m their play-thing. A doll to be used, hurt wha...
