That's actually my Beeker. He was attacked while staying at the Badger home waiting to be given to me for my b-day one year. He survived intact and is sitting not far from me right now!
Noooo! I love Beeker!
I'm not sure what kind of trash Beeker was talking that day, but it must've been bad. Kitters stopped in his tracks, turned back around, and proceeded to give Beeker a monstrous walloping. Beeker ended up spending the rest of his wait for the bibliophile's birthday in the safety of our closet ;)