Hey! Laars is wearing my cape!
That's my cape! Get back here!
Oh, sure, hide in the cat tree.
Well alright, you can wear my cape just a little. But don't you dare get it dirty, or chew on its edges.
Hello, my name is Maurice. Discovered at a flea market in Clermont-Ferrand, France, I was rescued for 50 centimes and immediately taken hiking. Since then I have been an ideal travelling companion: lightweight, squishable, free on trains and planes, uncomplaining, and useful in many comic situations. Over the years the shade of my pink has faded, but there will always be a new horizon to be dragged to.