Exclusion Principle
2 days ago
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.
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We bought a cat tree for ours and they hardly even looked at it. But an old cardboard box? Now you're talking!
Bandersnatch adores her cat tree. She's spewing wood chips all over the living room now, because the old one has been so thoroughly clawed. She'll get to the new one as soon as the old is out the door.
I am, as a dog person, somewhat agog. Two old socks tied together is the sum total in these here parts.
But then, dogs can't climb.
And they like you.
Well, I have cats of vastly different flavors.
The one likes nothing more than going out and getting a mouse. No cat tree for her, though she's a real slut for petting.
The other one doesn't go out, and can be endlessly amused by a shoelace, or a box, or both together.
The other other one will put a paw out for the shoelace, but only if she doesn't have to get up for it. This one has shredded the old cat tree well into the wood. Though it is true she only likes you when the catfoodbowl is empty.
That's a pack. That's a pack of cats!
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