Toe beans, belonging to a cat called Amy. We met her while watching the Tiverton Balloon Festival. From a nearby hillside, like cheapskates.
The people in the bottom level flat in our block have recently welcomed a new family member – a labradoodle. It may not be a coincidence that their cat, Benson, has become a bit more friendly to other people. He used to be a top-rate ignorer. I could stand right near him, calling his name, and he just didn’t notice me. Now, he rolls over for some attention. Still looks the other way, though, just so I don’t start thinking he’s being friendly or anything.
One day, as I entered our local Tesco, there was a cat. In the store, sitting down on the doormat. Under the heaters, on a cold day. Smart cat. Seemed to be enjoying the attention, as every child and most adults who passed stopped to give him some affection.
He turned out to be a regular, sometimes around the entrance, sometimes inside the store. He’s called Mango, and has a page on Facebook. With, at the time of writing, 1783 likes. Popular puddy.