I had four of them. I found out that I was allergic to cat urine so I couldn’t keep them (although two of them died of old age). I now live in a fifth-wheel RV so there’s just no room.
Back when I had cats, I had a Maine Coone cat that loved to floss his teeth on a wool blanket. I’d wake up at 2 AM to the sound of grinding and look over to him and see him chewing away. A quick boot with my feet under the covers would stop him but two hours later he’d be at it again.
The Pink Panther!
Da-dum…da-dum…da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dummmmmmm…