They were inseperable. Sitting on top of a cupboard we'd throw balls up to him, he'd hit them back to us with his paw. Even trying to catch him out by throwing the ball at an angle, he'd still get it returned to us. Often he'd have us chasing after the ball, expelling more energy than he did. He'd sit and watch, waiting patiently for the ball to return to him.
Cats can be very intelligent animals, but they also had their 'dumb' streaks.
Often, when playing ball outside, Squidge would just sit and watch as we'd throw the ball towards him. Often these balls would hit him on the nose. Why he'd just sit there and let the ball hit him, we never knew, but that was our Squidge. Nothing more than a grown up kitten who lived life for playing and fun. There was only one Squidge, there is only one Squidge, there will only ever be one Squidge.