grimalkin

Thus might have mused Grimalkin of Knockdane, who was king there no more.

Once for three days she stayed at home; but on the third evening she looked down the field, and saw Grimalkin waiting.

Grimalkin yelled and leaped back as a hot red curtain fell before his sight.

Like all his race, Grimalkin hated the wet, and he shook his head impatiently as the water trickled inside his ears.