No doubt I love cats... specially 3 cats.
Wayne the master himself (pictured on the right), 15 years old and still playing like a kitten when he feels like it. He belongs to my mom, or rather my mom belongs to Wayne.
10 years ago - or perhaps even more than that - Wayne got one of those soft furry things that you hang on a radiator. he never used it. He's too big and it probably had the wrong colour (soft yellow, he's more of a blue guy). However, Wayne loves his things so he's not the kinda cat that will refuse anything, so he put his toys in it. Anyway, my darling cats Kid & Cleo always look for new things and Cleo being the kind of cat that loves frying near the open fire or beneath the radiator one of those hanging things sounded like a good idea. I asked Wayne if he would consider letting Cleo have it.
The thing is, they have only met once and that was a disaster. Cleo came out as the winner. Wayne was hiding under the bed for an eternity, until it was time to go home.
Fotunately for Cleo, my mom loves her so she bought a new gorgeous basket for Wayne's endless collection of toys and the hanging thing was removed.
I told her Wayne gave it to her, but I don't think she believes me.

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