Adventures in feline quasi-ownership.

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Cats. Cats that throw up on the floor while you're at the shops because they managed to eat a whole chilli earlier in the day and then, when you're trying to clean up, hop happily into the cupboard that you just hurriedly grabbed the stain remover from, get behind the sink, and then forget how they did it and yowl for you to rescue them.

Cats.

Who'd own the beggars.

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I ask myself the very same question when Kowalski decides that 6 a.m. Saturday morning is a good time to get his catnip mouse and romp with it... all over the bed and my sleeping carcass.

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Mocha's current favourite toy is a 20-sided die with another smaller die inside which rattles pleasingly when batted with a paw. We have to hide it at night...