Charlotte's Kittens were sweet and fluffy.
They liked to sit on my tatty wicker shopping basket (which was very Ladybird Book) on top of my collection of vinyl singles, which slotted inside it perfectly.
Months later, I realised that they had been tucking their little paws into the picture sleeves to keep them warm and their tiny, spiny claws had scratched myriad crackles and jumps into the songs.
By then, of course, they had left home to go to University, beyond punishment or retribution.
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